China Doll

 

Life has chipped your tiny features by its ranting raging way

I have come for consolation and I have so much to say

For I too was once a man of clay...

Now I cannot let you suffer and I cannot let you cry

For your tears would only wash away your lovely painted eyes

And not seing you might never realize...

 

Not knowing what the truth is you might not believe in Me

Though I hold you up in careful hands

In truth I've set you free

And with freedom comes responsibility

For in choosing love becomes reality

 

if you only knew the soul that dwells within your china frame

Doesn't have to be destroyed or broken by your pain

For I carved youy in my likeness by my hand

And then I myself became a wooden man

So that I could help you understand...

 

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Anthony Foster