My Doll 

A Shadow of whispering loneliness I am.
My haphazard sight in love
There is a "you" it's seeking for
A silence of emptiness it finds. 
Sounds of sobs I hear
The little girl is in the dark
With her only comfort in her arms:
-A torn doll- 
She sings:
            "Let me into your breast little doll
            let me warm you in my love
            let me wash me in your cold
            in your heartless, shivering soul" 
                        then her voice vanishes in the wind…