The Rag DollShe built her home in tear dropsAnd gave her heart to the sky.She tied up leavesAround her sleevesAnd pretended she could fly.One morning in mid WinterOn a day that felt more like Spring,She opened her earsTo the sound of tearsAnd imagined she could sing.Overhead the birds would sweepIn sunshine or in rain.Part of a crowdThey were happy and proudAnd ignorant of her pain.With a final farewell to teardropsShe climbed the tallest tower...In her silent voiceShe made her choiceKnowing freedom was in her power.With her gaze up to the heavensShe felt then only peace,As she took one step moreThat trailed
Life and Death of Puppet GirlOnce there was a puppet girlWho lived close to the beach.She wanted to go down to the seaBut it was always out of reach.In her room by night and day,Imprisoned by her strings,She'd wait and sleep and sometimes prayFor the news the sea breeze brings.One morning when the sun was shiningAnd the birds were flying highShe heard the distant sound of cryingThat was carried through the sky.The sound of this then grew louderUntil it filled her roomUntil her drooping wooden headWas steadily filled with gloom."Why won't this crying stop" she said"Why won't this go away?""I want the crier to drop deadAnd not disturb