The Girl With The Curl

There once was a girl with a bright red curl

It was hidden by the back of her face

The girl with the curl was nothing more

Than a person who had made a mistake

She sat with her head hidden by the hair

The hair that had seen too much

The hair, it had seen everywhere that she'd been

And the hair began to add weight

Her head was held down like a thorny gold crown

Just sitting and waiting to drop

Her head was filled with the thorns that'd been built

Into her hair and she began to tilt

She moved side to side and felt the poison inside

As the weight of the crown had been felt

She saw the thorns her hair had made

As it hid her face each and every day

She picked out the thorns and anything more 

She kept the thorns to count each one as the score

Her against the world

She then brushed her hair, styled away from the eyes

And that bright red curl was no longer disguised

The curl was free and could totally be

Seen by the rest of the world

The girl with the curl could finally do more

Without the painful thorns to help her keep score