A little doll with her pieces all scattered
Alone in the woods, but none of that mattered,
For broken apart she meant nothing at all,
But all of that changed early one fall.
When a little boy came with string in his hand,
A glow in his eye, and a quiet command.
He tied her back up, with love and with string
And when he was done, he started to sing
“Oh beautiful doll, with a heart that is true
What would I do if I never found you?”
The little doll thought, if only he knew,
How much and how deeply she needed him too.
Their love kept on growing until late in the spring,
Then the doll learned what heartbreak could bring.
The glow faded still, he just couldn’t stand
The way she looked with her head in her hands,
So he rolled up his string in a tight little ball
And walked up the hill, leaving nothing at all.
Just a sad little doll, her pieces all scattered,
Alone once again, as if she never mattered.