She woke up to the sounds of no one,
Opened the gate and led to the path,
Her hands shiver as the words are being written
Accompanied by the cold wind of the night.

Nearly twenty years have passed,
And she still sits alone,
Receiving tiny visits,
Always waiting for her song.

Oh, bare footed ugly,
Where hast thee dropped thy shoes?
You feel the ground you step on,
No fumes coming out of you.
Oh, bare footed little girl,
Sitting alone high in her tower,
Eating your little leafs,
Knowing there is no one.

She sits in her corner, viewing the world,
Shadows pass by her as the food begins to rot,
No one to comfort, no one to see,
In the background she plays a sweet melody.

Oh, bare footed ugly,
Where have you lost your shoes?
Pacing on painful surface,
Ignoring all the wounds.
Oh, bare footed little woman,
Sleeping on your pea,
Waiting for a dream,
Refusing to grow up.

Her sun never shines on her,
Always on the others,
She lost all track of time,
And now she hums her little poem.

Oh, bare footed ugly,
Never wear your shoes,
Always walk without them,
Letting cobbles send shivers up your foot.
Oh, bare footed woman,
Never let the pin prick,
Now that you can bleed,
No one man will come when you
Fall into your sleep.

She looks at the horizon
As the moon takes his leave.
Her mind is far away,
Dreaming of the day she no longer will.