Tossed and torn
Patched and frayed
Forgotten among the rubbage
Not missed from day to day
Lost and abandoned
Dull and gray
Strewn with the other toys
She's always hoping that someday she may
Be remembered
But that day will never come
So she sits with the dust
And rocks back and forth to a sad little hum
Tossed and Torn
Patched and frayed
Forgotten forever
Left in the gray