Eyes to sun she lays in peace. Eyes bear complacence. Brown the meadow grows tall to the sun. Seasons have come they have gone. Buried in dirt her torso lays. One limb dangles. Brown the meadow grows tall to the sun. Seasons have come they have gone. Please take me back to my healing home. Please take me back to my toy box. Ours not for their own. Please take me back to my healing home. Please take me back to my toy box. Please take me back to my little girl's hand. Please take me back to my toy bo