A girl, she's lost and crying
Swimming in a sea of regret.
She fell down the wrong hole,
Now her dress is getting wet.
She sees a door, so far away
But glides across the water,
Only to find the door is locked.
Her hope has been slaughtered.
All alone her weeps and wails Echo into desolation.
She looks up and sunlight filters through this haunted nation.
Something glitters above her head
But what could it be?
Upon the table top, too far to reach,
She saw a key.
A lump formed in her throat that choked every breath.
If she did not get that key,
The outcome would be death.
Her tears will surely drown her, drown her in regret.
Why did she have to drink that bottle just because it suggested so?
Now she has to find her own way out of this disheartening woe.