Little, unfinished stocking doll, sitting on the shelf,
What will you become? When will you be yourself?
Will you be of royalty, wearing a sparkling crown?
Or will you be a child, living in a town?
Little, unfinished stocking doll, will you be a star?
Traveling near, traveling far.
Will you be a hero, standing up for others?
Strong as a lion, but gentle as a mother.
My toy, you are small and only have legs.
Now you are laying on my bed
Feeling your face, as smooth as cream,
Wondering how you can be apart of my dreams.
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