Just a little girl in a polka-dot skirt, With her glass doll under her arm, Just a little girl filled with too much hurt, Can a dream shield her from more harm? A fragile doll for fragile play In the hands of a fragile girl, A broken dream to rot away, Among her bows and curls Sheβs reached out towards the stars, But the doll falls to the ground, Sheβs reached out much too far, A cry out, an empty sound. She picks up the pieces of her doll, The broken remnants of a smile, She could have prevented the fatal fall, But she failed the fateful trial. Together again, but no longer decor, Scars line where it has broken, Unmendable but whole once more, A painful memory, her token. Just a little girl in a polka-dot skirt, With her glass doll inside her arms, Just a little girl filled with too much hurt, And a dream that did its harm.