Home for Wayward Dolls

A run-down house
Off the beaten track
Climb the porch steps
You'll never turn back
(There's a) promise of playtime, a promise of cheer
Please don't bring your children here

Plastic, porcelain, rag and wool
Some lost, some found, some sent away from home
Hanging in windows, pinned to the walls
A treasured collection
Of misadventure

All were loved once
Belonged to someone
We wandered far, so lonely and estranged

Forgotten by those who needed us most
A barbie to my left, with a cut across her throat
Baby-doll to my right, who's tears have run dry
Look in on those, whom you leave behind
Some limbs missing, some heads shaved
Too broken, too damaged, ever to be saved
Stabbings, burnings, gun-shot wounds
Fluffy and dirty, smiling through it

All were loved once
What went wrong?
We're paying for the times we disobeyed

I try to warn strangers, scream with my eyes
Unblinking and wide, they just pass by
I'm silent, no voice, no pull string
Just some discarded child's plaything

All were loved once
Belonged to someone
We wandered far, so lonely and estranged