She is beaten and worn, battered and torn
Yet he sees her as the princess she claims to be
She is washed up and used, negligent and confused
Yet he sees her as an otherworldly being
She does not deserve such high praise
That clean toy soldier is looking through a haze
She’s just a broken china doll, yet he continues to fall
Determined as a soldier should be, but blind to her true nature
When the paint chips off his face
And all the brass buttons fall out of place
The china doll will take you then
But for now you must wait to meet again
Maeve Armstrong
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