Art and pome

Hopeless she walks toward Something she always wanted more Her heart thirsting for love Chasing it like a dove Like her rain that shower She would bloom like a flower But she still a seed A useless thing Thus she became a doll To entertain all They joy and laugh Crush her Loniness and sadder A music box dancer she lived Put by the strings within She played thought happy times And the darkest of nights Was content at first Until came the worst More and more her song with play The less it brightened someone's day To became worn out of the motion Her strings hurting by devotion The order and broken she got The less joy her son bought Her heart started to wilt away Then she said it to feel pain She begged and plead Wishing someone could see The pain and torment she knows now Wanting it all to let go Her quest Ended at dawn She was now gone