They
looked at my body in the bin.
But did not see the soul with in.
I cried and cried to be let out .
But not a hand could pick me out.
Oh! so help less and feeble i was.
Oh! so pretty the said i was.
Oh! so tiny and so small.
Oh! i almost
looked like a doll.
Lied i there like a help less dove.
They could not share a bit of love.
Nor did they touch me with their lips.
Oh! they could not spare a kiss.
Then my still body was
picked up.
Slowly placed on a dirty rug.
Grumbled he "who was the beast"
With tears he said "may you rest in peace.
With tears in to my ears he said
This is going to be your lonely bed.
Then my still body he picked up.
And tucked it up in the dirty rug.
Grumbled and complained as he dug my grave .
Oh! why couldn't this world be brave.