As you sit there heavy hearted,
You see a wooden soldier glaring,
"Pardon me dont mind the staring,
But it seems your so lethargic,
So un-alive.. are you responsive?"

With a nod you do look up,
yet dont respond.. it seems so tough,
To let one word slip threw your lips,
So like before you simply sit.
Upon the cabinet next to your locket,
Atop the box thats filled with sprockets,
Next to a tiny dinosaur,
That stood upon a bengals score.

"With such long black hair and eyes of velvet,
Why do you look so sad and hellbent?"

Cried the soldier, full of concern,
But only silence was in return.

You do look up but then away,
Its clear to him theres much to say.

"Hold your head up baby doll,
Or else you may just tip and fall,
Then find the place where teardrops end,
But brake your porcelain skin again-

-And though you may not think to care,
The love you sought was always there,
A lonely jack within his box,
Will hear you fall, His breathing stops,
He tenses up then quickly crumbles,
Senses fail and then he'll mumble"

"Where are you Cinderella, where?
Your broken skin I must repair,
Your shattered heart I will soon mend,
Then set you on your shelf again-

-No longer will you feel the pain,
No longer will your eyes drop rain,
Forever will you see the sun,
Until the day my job is done-

-I swear to this, you are my liege,
I'll die before your side i leave,
Yes on this day I do declare,
My heart is yours, And this i swear,
One-billion times for every hair,
That lays upon your weary head,
And if I lie, god strike me dead"

The soldier then goes on to say:

"But nothing is just what you'll hear,
From within your broken ears,
And nothing is just what you'll speak,
From softest lips whomes air runs weak,
And in the end pain's all you'll get,
from wasted years lost with regret."

Then with that said he did then pray,
that you'd heed his words that day.

"Hold your head up baby doll,
Or else you may just tip and fall,
Then find the place where teardrops end,
But brake your porcelain skin again"