I try to hold on to my doll.
She is so fragile still.
I brushed her hair, can't let her fall.
I'm deep in dreams, then hear the call
Of Mom, "The food will chill!"
I try to bring along my doll.
With her I go to towers tall -
Princess on window-sill -
Rapunzel! I won't let her fall.
I can't quite when or why recall
What or who did kill
My urge to bring along my doll!
I learned to let go, run, not crawl -
Joy in a bitter pill.
I want to give away my doll.
To give is better, all in all;
Besides, I'm dreaming still!
I hope she'll hold on to that doll
And brush her hair, won't let her fall.