Lost and Broken Misfits

Once upon a time,
in the land of misfit toys,
lived many misfits and,
their misfit girls and boys.

A little girl named Faith,
was a true misfit indeed.
She had lost her innocence.
It was stolen with such greed.

I put up many lost signs.
And I took my flashlight out.
But I couldn't find her innocence.
It was lost, without a doubt.

Also in Misfit Land,
lives a no-more-jolly clown.
Because of a loss so great,
his smile is upside down.

I tried to pick it up.
I nailed it up real high.
But I noticed it was fake,
and I couldn't understand why.

Living in Misfit Land,
is Little Baby Doll.
Someone broke their promise,
then sent it to her, so small.

I tried to glue it back,
from its little imperfection.
But she only saw a broken promise,
when she gazed at her reflection.

A beautiful butterfly,
lives in Misfit Land.
She is too heavy of burdens.
Her wings broke upon my hand.

I tried to lift her up,
but she only fell back down.
Her wings are forever broken.
She lost her golden crown.

A little lovely angel,
once lived upon a cloud.
But now in Misfit Land,
a lost halo, no longer proud.

I tried to catch her when,
she had fallen from the sky.
But she fell and hit her head.
A new halo of stars so brigh'.

The china doll from the store,
that once sat upon a shelf.
No longer sits up there.
With a broken heart, now hates herself.

I could not find all the pieces,
of her shattered broken heart.
So now in Lisfit Land,
she will wake with quite a start.

I then found a little boy,
crumpled behind a door.
His eyes were leaking tears.
They were falling to the floor.

I tried to stop the tears,
that fell from those leaking eyes.
But his tap was surely broken,
now in Misfit Land he cries.

In the store of Misfit Land,
a marionette lay very still.
All of his strings attached.
He looked alone and maybe ill.

I tried to break him loose,
of the strings that held him tight.
But all of his strings lay tangled.
I failed to make him right.

I failed to help this land.
I could not even bring them love.
All of them still misfits,
fallen, from above.

But there is one last misfit,
that lives in this land so dead.
She calls herself a princess,
but her life is full of dread.

This princess lost her prince.
He left with the angels, on a trip.
His princess was left alone,
so she was named a "misfit".

I tried so hard to find,
the prince that left her be.
But her prince is gone forever.
The princess, none other than me.

So all of us misfits here,
will never find a friend.
There is no happily ever after,
no forever, just the end.