Sometimes I feel just like a rag doll*
thrown around from one corner to the other
often I think I'm gonna smother*
by the smell of people around me
which want me to be*
what I am not
I might as well be shot*
for something what's not me
what in the hell they want me to be?*
they - the society -
maybe a lifeless puppet?*
with no own opinions, no rights
to give up all the fights*
and remain a liveless doll
as long as I shall live? *
A rag doll can look beautiful on the outside*
and have a heart of gold
that's what once a story told*
I had one - I know -
she listened - when nobody cared*
she softly leaned on me
when nobody shared*
the pain of growing up in me
she smiled -*
when I bursted out in tears
trying to wipe away my fears*
she always was near
and n e v e r ran away*
when I couldn't understand
what the anger between my parents meant - *
Her body seemed lifeless to some*
as I was told
she looked like a bumm*
with a face so ugly
and no identification*
covered with dirt
not having a decent shirt*
on her limblike body
but I was poor*
my feelings were hurt
because she was the most precious doll to me*
where "they" too blind to see
that she was really alive*
twinkling her eyes
she was an angel in disguise*
watching over my life -
I was a little girl with braids in my hair
life wasn't really fair*
with me - but there were millions around
of my kind - the sound*
of their cries were nothing new
there were too many of us*
which felt blue
but how many had a rag doll like mine*
so lovely and so divine
seeing thru my heart -*
she was my *only* treasure
my only dream*
but one day I was set under pressure
to get rid of her*
no - I didn't listen to you - Sir -
the next day she disappeared out of my life*
you might as well could have stabbed me
with a knife*
"Sir" or "uncle", whatever your name was
maybe I blame you for something you didn't do*
but you never told me that it wasn't true
So I grew up without my special doll
mended together with pieces and rags*
but my feelings are still the same for you
do you understand the message*
I am trying to get thru?
"My" rag doll was loved*
despite its looks
beauty sornetimes only can be found inside*
the shell often means nothing
its softness can be felt*
if you just explore
you will be able to find lots more*
of what she can give
love, peace and freedom*
sending you warmth like the sun
mystery, silence and ease*
- no tease -
why don't you give "your" rag doll a chance*
she might not be as lifeless as it seems
just waiting for an imaginative mind*
to play an honest game with her
are you ready to share*
your moments with a rag doll?