The little rag doll looked up and smiled.
With button eyes shining, she said:
"The noise is nothing, sleep now child."

The tattered cloth began to snare,
and the poor doll bumped her small head.
She cried and whaled, but no one cared.

In stumbled the soldiers with glee,
they tore the poor doll by her threads.
tossed to the side, a doll can't flee.

God was dead, and the angels chained.
The doll was nothing more than bread,
and nothing more could she now gain.

That used doll fell into the fire.
her buttons gone, and owner dead
lost in a sea of the liars.

That doll belonged to a small girl,
and that small girl became a dove
If I may offer one more pearl,
Please darlings, don't forget to love.