Looking at the little doll,draped in rags,
As a child played with it,as if it was the child's only family,
Countless laughed..
And with them the child too laughed..
Yet spoke the heartfelt words to the little rag doll,
Shared innermost feelings and desires..
A lonesome journey,a lonely child and a broken boat .
And the company was a little rag doll,
A gift handmade..
Somewhere when a youth stood,facing the furnace to create a new life,
He smiled gently at the countless failure..
Not until he gave up what he held the closest..
His little rag doll,
That he had kept close to himself..
As his tear fell,and the furnace embraced the little rag doll,
He watched life..
Reborn..
And smiled..
The tiny life of a rag doll was enough to save countless universes..
Yet we laugh..
So casually at life just like that
