There is a doll sitting on the shelf
Bought a long time ago
All she wants is to be seen
Like she was once long before.
Something like an annual beauty queen
Then life did a turn and grew up
Now she collects dust on the mantel
Sometimes she is brought down in arms
For memory’s cruel sake
Sometimes for innocence that is now what had been
So there she sits now
Forgotten for the better part
And hopes and hopes and hopes
Just to be seen.