• Sitting in the corner,
    worn and torn
    Her dull eyes stare
    No one notices her,
    she is left forgotten

    This doll was once loved,
    but that love has now faded
    She let's out a sigh,
    and stands up
    This doll won't sit
    there any longer

    She stumbles and falls,
    but keeps on moving
    She holds here head up high,
    as she moves foreward
    She knows that someday,
    someone will love her again

    No matter how torn and worn she is
    No matter how dull her stare is
    Someone will come to love her