The light from the ceiling,
Shows the paint that is peeling,
And as he stands on the floor,
With his hand on the door,
She puts on her dress,
Like a warm caress.
And the tears are small,
From the Mardi Gras doll.
She knows she will live,
With the power to forgive,
And the pain that she feels,
In time she knows heals.
It is the present moment,
That her heart is in torment.
And the tears they fall,
From the Mardi Gras doll.
To the world it may seem,
That she has only one dream,
But she hopes that some day,
She will have her own way,
To live and be all that she can,
With the love of her own special man.
Until that day she will stand up tall,
She is the Mardi Gras china doll.
