Willows weep, day and night.
Morning doves sing the world’s plight.
Alone I stand in dissembled woods,
Trees blackened by starry hoods.

The owls chant their slow hellos,
The bullfrogs add their low cellos.
Yet again I fall down to my knees,
Cut and bruised by life's surprises.

Now I have to say goodbye to most I have know.
Without my friends what will I be but alone?
I've become so accustomed to this dark life I love,
With my golden wings to take me high above.

Please don't take all this away from me,
I'm so new to this forest; there is so much to see.
One not so little girl in one oh so big world,
It scares me to think I won’t be surrounded by those I know.

I slowly stand, long locks covering my small body.
Don't take this away from me, all I have come to know.
I can't talk to the world, yet I have so much to show.
My forest friends, they love me for who I am and what I will become.

Will I have to find another kingdom, aanother corner?
I had just gotten accustomed to my own.
It had to be wrenched away from me, I should have known.
I don't want to become a wild bird with clipped wings,
Or a majestic white wolf caged by life,
Don't leave me.