She sits in a tower of tangled vines,
Her mind not fine, ever so entwines,
For foes of familiar bind and hind,
To ensure she never goes outside,
Because sunshine and flowers she would find,
In a place divine, of field and hillside,
You cannot conquer what can not be seen,
Nor give prophecy what ye could be,
But I see perhaps chance and fate,
Could not allow your path abate,
But allows knightly regard,
When lives roads became twisted and hard,
No you live with one heart from two,
It grows and moves with sun and moon,
So bind thy time and forget their wicked way,
Sit on knees and pray,
For God always hears the meek and the lost,
Seeking them out no matter the cost,
Let that heart rhythm bump true,
When live throws you down to broken a blue,
Because a time will come for peace and joy,
Always Gods, Plan and Ploy.