There once was a broken boy.
He sat in his room among his broken toys.
All alone in a broken little world.
He was broken with scrapes and cracks.
And as fragile as a porcelain doll.
All alone in his own broken world.
Until one day there was a knock on his broken door.
As he opened it there stood another broken boy.
Who carried his own broken toys.
A doll faced boy with just as many cracks and bruises.
He wore a broken little crown.
The king of the broken castle.
The broken little boys face lit up as he now knew.
He was no longer the only broken soul in the world.
He wore a broken smile on his face as he held out his fragile hand.
The two boys now played with their broken toys.
Making a perfect family in a broken little doll house.
