"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair

As blonde and as pale as your skin, so fair

The young quiet child obediently obeys

Letting her hair loose, as she'd done everyday

I'd taken her from the castle when she was only a baby

Do I regret what I did?  Not at all, well maybe...

I was lonely and bitter and I wanted a child

A child that should have been mine before he left and went wild

He who was my husband left for another lass

A lady who happened to be of very high class

He became a king with a loving wife

A king without I, who he'd promise his life

Angry and distraught I sought for a light 

I searched and searched with all my might

Then one day I dreamt about a child with long hair

Whose skin was so light, pale and fair

I remembered my husband and his new baby

Then I thought, could it be? Just maybe?

That night I snuck into the royal castle to find her

She slept in a crib, as quiet as a whisper

I lifted her out of her bed and ran

All the way home to the tower where I stand

And now I am happy with a child of my own

Although I fear what I've done will be known

I pray that my sins will be forgotten

Much like how my husband and my relationship had become rotten

For now he has the queen as his wife 

So I wish to keep my her as MY daughter for the rest of my life