[Spoken Word - The Storyteller] Whoa... hello. Storyteller here again. Come, come. Have a seat. And listen to another storyteller's tale. [Spoken Word - The Storyteller, softer] Penelope, the doll upon the shelf. She waits for those who need a lesson taught. Her broken springs, her cogs do rot... But listen — listen to her music well. She sings now, from the storyteller's tale. Tell us, heart. [Verse 1 - Penelope - Music Box, cogs clicking] I was left upon the shelf, In dust and quiet, by myself. Porcelain eyes that never weep, Counting heartbeats in my sleep. Click, click go the cogs inside, Where all the hurt I felt still hides. Bullies pulled my strings so tight, Left me tangled in the night. [Chorus - Penelope - Her Beautiful Dream] But I dream a beautiful dream, Of being more than what I seem. A wish to belong, a wish to be held, A wish for Home, where my heart could heal. Oh, I dream a beautiful dream, Not stitched and stored upon a shelf, But loved — as someone else's self. [Verse 2 - Penelope - Stronger] He wound the key within my back, Through every rust and every crack. He said, "Little heart, now sing your song, For those you love, for those who've done you wrong." I sing for all the ones who adore, The ones who knock upon the locked door. And I haunt for those who need to learn — How cold the fire can burn. [Bridge - Duet - Storyteller & Penelope] Storyteller: She searches for someone new to love her more... Penelope: ...to love me more. Storyteller: And hurt those that hurt the ones she adores. Penelope: Hurt those who hurt the ones I adore. Both: So listen well. [Final Chorus - Penelope - Full Voice, Strings swell under the cogs] And I dream a beautiful dream, Of hands that hold me, soft and true. A wish to belong, not pulled on strings, A wish for Home, where love still clings. So wind me up and let me play, My broken song won't go away. Cogs click, heart healed, lesson taught — I am Penelope, who was never truly lost. [Outro - Spoken Word - The Storyteller, fading like a music box winding down] There now. She sang. Penelope, upon the shelf... is listening still.
