You never complained when you were suffering.
You kept it to yourself.
And all the while I thought you were ok.
I guess I was to blame.

They saw the need to remove you from my life.
I did not see it coming.
And all the while I thought you were ok.
I guess I was to blame.

Now, I feel your loss
I feel hurt and scared.
I feel I could still move on without you...
But it is all just my pretensions.

One is a peasant, a miniature one to be exact.
Who had seen some better days.
All worn out and silent,
I have kept it for display.

One is blind who lost both sight,
Probably stumbled its way to a thrift shop.
The previous owner could have pushed it eyes out.
Poor lad, its eyes got filled with dollop.

Lastly the one doll I am proud,
Is a musical doll I recently picked up.
You can wind it up and leave it playing,
Until the end of the sonata unless it suddenly stops.

Miss Daisy is what I call her,
Having a doll, but only a head.
She never complains and she never is lonely,
Because this doll head is never alone.
When I bought her came also Miss Darlyn,
Another head for the price of one.