Sweet Little Dolls
Where are you going oh sweet little doll? Your master hasn't given you the means of leaving at all.
You're tied to your strings, trapped in this stage- a pretty marionette not yet seen the true light of day
How long will you be here, sitting on your perch, your plastic smile hiding the depth of your sorrow filled soul?
Scream oh sweet little doll, cry out your grief- that a life bound to strings is not living at all.
But then will your master shut you away? Will your porcelain skin last against the gust of fate?
Oh sweet little doll please don't cry, for what does it matter if you are stuck to this stage? You have your frilly dress and styled hair, not to mention no stress to bear- your life is good the way it is. Your master keeps you on display, the envy of all who pass- so don't fret oh sweet little marionette, after all...
It would be selfish to wish a human life even though you've been given the privilege of make believe happiness and royalty.
So sit tight, little doll, and smile through your pain- for the future your dreams bear will only add to your misbegotten shame.
This is your reality oh sweet little doll- so please don't fight the pull of your master's sweet eternal call.