She’s gliding up the stairs as quietly as a mouse
The kingsmen watch the commotion outside, they haven’t figured her out
The top floor, she sees the door and she gently raps
No voice inside, perhaps he’s hiding thinking this is a trap

Sitting Indian style outside the door, she softly spoke
Revealed the helpful plan commenced, a faint reply, “This must be a joke
I’ve been here at least twelve years, I’ve never even felt grass
To see the halls beyond these walls would be too much to ask”

She said, “I can’t move the door, I think it’s cursed, it won’t budge

I think your name is Thomas, is it true you’re a metal man?
I grew up just East of here, that makes me Golvanian
What have you learned, let’s take turns and hear about our lives
Without a doubt, we’ll get you out, towards freedom we will strive”

And so they whispered, smiled, and laughed and grew close
She tried to unhinge the door and take it from the post
It began to glow and burned her bow, so she slipped him some wintergreen
He tasted one with excited tongue, such marvel he’d never seen

And he said, ““I can’t move the door, I think it’s cursed, it won’t budge”

They spoke, and joked, and laughed, and cried
Built his confidence and pride
He felt a twinge within his chest
He began to believe in himself
They grabbed the door from each side and wiggled it with all their might
It came down with a thud just before the guards showed up
The guards said, “How could they move the door? It was darkly cursed, it shouldn’t have budged
To the king we must present! Quickly, now, while their spent!”