Doll you've been hurt so long Gulping down tears you no longer do They're etched upon the windows of your mind You feel the sun will no longer rise Callous, careless words You try to hide Deeply penetrating wound No birthday cake to console Bitter cocoa wouldn't do Doll you've been hurt so long Gulping down tears you no longer do They're etched upon the windows of your mind Believe me the sun will again rise Worry no longer over tears planted in the desert years My child a desert rose will bloom and bloom fragrance the whole room