She Was Happy

Oh, she had nothing,

And was nobody

When she was happy.

Her days were lighter,

People much kinder

When she was happy.

Her smile, so tender,

Her sweet surrender

Was not for posing

When she was happy.

Long time ago,

When innocence

Was in her soul...

-And she was happy.

And then she turned

Into a doll

Before the cameras

For grown-up boys

To look and play with.

Her smile became

So artificial,

Her eyes were empty 

And all they wanted

Was to posses her,

Body and soul.

And when she died,

Sad, cold and dry,

Her last thought, was

For the old days,

(The days she missed)

When she was happy...