All she wanted was a daughter
Someone to care for, someone to call her own
Sugar and spice and everything nice
Someone to live for, someone to make her not feel alone
All she wanted was a daughter
Home by noon, home by June
But her dream was out of reach
Like growing flowers on the moon

All she wanted was a daughter
So she unraveled her supplies
Spent a month of evenings constructing
The dollmaker’s dream now realized
Cast a spell and made a wish
And much to her surprise
All she wanted was a daughter
And a daughter now shall rise

Someone to live for, someone to die for
Someone to love for, someone to cry for
Someone to care for, someone to kill for
Someone to call her own

So the dollmaker’s daughter
Playing alone in the woods
Playing a game she invented herself
Like any young girl would
A creature emerges with blood in its eyes
And lunges for the girl
A doll’s first real taste of life
And exposure to the world

The dollmaker rushed to her creation
The brutal beast, her new fixation
Reciting unknown incantations
Brings the beast to full cremation

All she wanted was a daughter
But this was not a gift of life
Returning flesh and bone to wood
Chopped to bits, wrought iron knife
All she wanted was a daughter
But all came down too soon
A dream too great to realize
Like growing flowers on the moon