We would collect
the wrecked
And broken toys.
The unspoken for toys,
That no one cared about anymore.
Each year on that day,
they were shipped and sent away.
Where did they exactly go?
I finally wanted to know.
I told dad these damaged toys sound like my brother Jimmy who was also wrecked and broken.
He couldn't control himself in his child like ways, was full of anger and ill spoken.
Where did you send my brother Jimmy to, was he really so bad?
Where has he gone to my brother Jimmy, where did you send him dad?
"Son, I'll be honest. Your brother Jimmy now lives with the other troubled boys...on the ISLAND OF BROKEN TOYS"!
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
We would collect
the wrecked
And broken toys.
The unspoken for toys,
That no one cared about anymore.
Each year on that day,
they were shipped and sent away.
Where did they exactly go?
I finally wanted to know.
I told dad these damaged toys sound like my brother Jimmy who was also wrecked and broken.
He couldn't control himself in his child like ways, was full of anger and ill spoken.
Where did you send my brother Jimmy to, was he really so bad?
Where has he gone to my brother Jimmy, where did you send him dad?
"Son, I'll be honest. Your brother Jimmy now lives with the other troubled boys...on the ISLAND OF BROKEN TOYS"!
Happy Halloween
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