When she cried it was hysterical
And when she moved, futile.
The girl could not fathom just how much
She would lose and gain and fall.
After too much love she had given out
After too many words she had uttered
After too many times falling down
And too many times that she’d suffered
Now the little girl lays in her box
The little girl now does nothing,
Feels nothing, says nothing at all.