She sits
Eyes glued open
And lips sewn shut
A painted on smile
It'll last for awhile
Waiting and watching
Waiting and watching

She has not time for life
No desire for earthly things
Pulled through by her master
A doll on puppet strings

Her existence is almost meaningless
She's a wallflower of sorts
Always seeing
But never speaking
No one's ever heard her voice
She smiles and waves politely
Pretending she's a mime
Never guessing that her audience was potentially blind

When she left she took us with her
Every soul she never touched
Every passer by
Averted eye
That saw she had no choice

In the end all she wanted
Was a chance to be free
And chance to feel
A chance to dance
A chance to be seen
To the porcelain doll on puppet strings
I see you
I hear you
You have made a friend in me
So clip your strings
Close your eyes
And dance.