A doll's face melts before my eyes

As if the smoke stained girl cries 

Trapped within a coffin of plastic

Hidden away in a box in the attic

Flames consume her once loving home

As she is left in the wreckage alone

She reaches out with a blackened hand

Toward the lights of a far away land

She dreams that one day she'll be free

That someone will call her not it, but she

Dreams are all they are, but hope is enough

To make her just as human as us