All in the golden afternoon,
with the paling flowers, and willows weeping.
With the rise of the evening moon,
the White Rabbit comes creeping.
He steps past, in a hurry of course,
upon her realization, she leaves her life behind.
Pushed down the rabbit hole by brute force,
her captor left her to see what she could find.

Leaving words and sense to go below,
the same sun will never be seen again.
Floating down in the breathless flow,
she finds herself alone, without a friend.
Alone she finds herself, again and again.

It's easy to believe, when you leave everything behind,
when each step makes no change in time.
A voice which cries out unheard,
was never voiced at all.
The white rabbit which leads every beast and bird,
will always lead you to your fall.