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Threadbare

Little glass doll, little glass doll,
why do you cry?
How did the ocean inside you
light a fire ‘round each eye?

Little glass doll, little glass doll,
why do you break?
Why is it that you fall apart
when we’re fighting for your heart?

Little glass doll, little glass doll,
why do you bleed?
Please get up and follow our lead –
we’ll teach you how to get what you need.

Little glass doll, little glass doll,
why did you fall?
We tried and tried and gave it our all –
why couldn’t you let down your wall?

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Bearing the standard and the scars

I’m strong when you are weak,
brave when you are meek,
bold when you are shy,
and hold you when you cry.

I am my lady’s champion,
her lover, and companion.
You’ll find no other quite like me –
the epitome of gallantry.

But service comes with a steep cost
and the marks of what I’ve lost
criss-cross underneath my mail,
marking all the times I’ve failed.

And few will know how much I’ve grieved
for not being as strong as she believed.

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I’m amazed at all the good
a little bit of blue sky and some fresh air
can do for the soul.

I feel worlds lighter after only a few minutes.