Tattered Rag Doll
Emily Arthur © 2004
She holds her tattered rag doll
Fresh tears stain her eyes
Her back's against the cold wall
Listening to them fight
They seem to scream so loudly
No secrets left to hide
Nobody's sleeping soundly
In this Hell tonight
They stop and look at her
She's their only daughter
But the look in his eye was foul
She held her doll tight that night
As blood dripped down her gown
Can you tell the difference
Between a flower and a stone
One's so kind and fragile
the other is so composed
Like sunlight lost in rain
Or wind caught up in flames
She can only pray
That maybe someday
Love would ease her pain
Oh, someday
A tear stained face is hard to hide
Are they satisfied?
She may look small and tried
But there's strength behind those eyes
It looks like she has lost the fight
But it's just for show
Can you tell the difference
Between a flower and a stone
Is she a flower or a stone
She might be alone
But she's no one to be owned
Now she's eighty-one years old
And every night when she prays
She thanks the Lord for her children
She thanks the Lord for every day
Then she lies down next to
A tattered rag doll that used to keep her safe