Do you know the Martin hills?
With rocks and branches twister?
Where all the creatures play with children all-day
Until they get called mister
The toys from the towers
Used to be played with love
So come along and hear the tale
From the toys from above
The fox plush was never lucky
And their owners were horrible to the plush
Smearing sauce and throwing them
Until they were too scared to let them touch
The robot toy was a bit better
But with his friends, he was abused
Thrown into acid and rat poison
He knew that he was being used
The fairy toy was made fun of
As he was male and not the other
None of his toymakers understood
The sanity that kept him together
All these toys, they suffered
And none wanted to even say their name
But a group, they could form
When a small, black bunny came
This bunny, a cleric
Their heart, fragile as glass
Their words, soft yet loud
Their mind, scared of the past.
With their magic, they tried their best
To heal the sick, and cure the rest
And with the other toys, all alone
The bunny had open arms and welcomed them home
Like therapy, the bunny listened
Like crystals, their hearts glistened
And with these new bonds that had risen
Nobody knew what they had been missing
The bunny tried their best to help
Even if they were hurt themselves
The bunny wanted to save every person
Who had endured abuse from Hell
But in the end, the bunny prayed
For what they could not condone
The bunny had autophobia
And was scared to be alone
"Give my friends a better life," they cried at night
"Have mercy for their strife!
As long as they are alive, I'll help them all!
I promise on my life,"
