Broken doll, oh so keen, why do you never look at me?
Long I sit here dreams untold. About a life so long ago. Now my waking life unfolds. To what twas once full but now a hole. I dream at night of where my soul shall go.
But not in my body, I surely know. So I shall remain less then whole. Till my dreams will call me so. Back to life from the dead. Sleeping eyes will never wake again |