DOLLS HOUSE

We once lived in a big blue doll house
With big wooden windows and thin flowery walls
The outsides were open to children with free will
And the insides opend to pretty blue dolls
On holidays the children messed our hair, kissed us and dressed us with blue suits
And on the days their mother fed them milk, cookies and guilt, they fed us with laughter in the nude

We once lived in a big blue doll house
Which was passed from granny to mama to the little girl in white
And each lived with us in the day
And left us alone in the dark by night
We loved them all and let them love us in their own way
But one day mama decided that little girls didnt do much but play

We didnt understand their language much
words are harder to understand than love
But easier than all is to feel hurt
As we felt when we felt our home come crashing down

In a big brown box they threw the home they broke
The big blue windows, flowery walls and all
And with our homes, they threw us in
The ones they loved, the pretty blue dolls.

When they closed the lid, we cried in fright
We cried in fear of a never ending night
They put our box on the roof to burn
Did we melt of anger, or was it the sun?
We died for them but they never thought us alive
Did they remember the love when they left us to die?
Did they ever remember how they dressed us and kissed us
Did they ever hear our tears and cries?

Did they ever buy a new blue dollhouse
With blue pretty dolls with ribbons on chairs
Did they dress their new toys in blue suits
And drown them, laughing naked and bare?

Do little girls in white always forget to love
When they grow into grannies and mamas too soon
Do they always serve milk, cookies and guilt
So old pretty dolls can burn on the roof?