"Rag Doll"
Lord, I come to you like a broken rag doll,
My dress is torn and stained
My arm is half hanging on
My eyes aren't shining and trusting like
they once were
And my expression isn't innocent
and transparent anymore
I am not the unused, brand-new rag doll
I once was
Yes, my smile is still there
But not as spontaneous as it once was
It's a little more forced now
A bit more tired
I need to be picked up by you Lord
Picked up
held tightly
loved
and reassured
Reassured that no matter how I look,
or how dirty and scuffed up and
broken I am,
You love me just like when I was brand new
Would you please hold me Lord?
Any mother who has lost a child/children will be able to relate to this...
There are tears behind my smile
And a mask I wear
It's called denial
Life is tragically to real
From this loss I will not heal
No one has a single clue
How much it hurts
Although they think I'm doing fine
Sometimes I feel I've lost my mind
Memories are all that I have left
After this terrible life theft
A heart that hurts beyond control
Deep down to my very soul
There are tears behind my smile
And a mask I wear
It's called denial
I have cried with and without tears
And have been doing so for years
I have found no place to hide
Carry all of this inside
No earthly words that do explain
The kind of life that does remain
There are tears behind my smile
And a mask I wear
It's called denial
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