The porcelain doll sat in a case
The greatest beauty adored by many
With a smile brightly lighting her face
And eyes full of all hope could carry

Those bright eyes dimmed
Too late she realized
She was merely a decoration 
She shouldn't have been surprised

She was relocated to a shelf
Where she stared at the floor far below
Wondering if by leaning over just an inch
She could save herself from despair
And shatter that painted smile once and for all