Porcelain Doll

So beautiful, delicate and fragile
 Too sheltered, protected from the world
 Upon and shelf isolated and alone
 Observing life outside and belowe
 In her frills and ruffles with her hair in curls
 Admired and feared by all the boys and girls
 She one day fell from her pedastal
 Falling with a crash
 Ruffles, curls, pink ribbons and all
 She appeared to be immortal
 She seemed so untouchable
 They admired her for her beauty
 And knew her for such naivity
 The cracked and battered little doll
 Mounted high on a wall
 Before came her terrible fall
 Her shattered pieces scatter the floor
 They sweep her away in a bag out the door
 Only to be replaced by another
 In no time they'll all forget about her
 The beautiful doll with the lace and curls
 The beautiful one with the big brown eyes
 Thrown in busted and broken into the dark cold box
 Lowering itself deep in the ground
 Hearing her cry from deep belowe
 Deep in the ground crying for life
 Inhaling the stale air
 Screaming out for someone to hear...
 Crying out to be ressurected...
 Crying out to be loved...
 Crying out to be revered...
 And seen as more than
 Only a pretty face