I want to tell you about a boy. A boy who had it all. He could have been a rock-star, might as well. Put on the pedestal of many girls' hearts and worshiped like he was god. His picture was slapped on a million girls' walls and his name etched on their minds. Some dream of him at night, others would give anything just for one night. He could have gotten anything, but he took nothing. He could have been a rock star, might as well.
I want to tell you about a girl. A girl who made you sorry. She could have been a prostitute, might as well. The object of desire for many men. Put on the pedestal before many men's eyes and used like an old sock. She looked a million dollars, her picture slapped on the walls of many men and her name whispered by many unfamiliar faces. Some dream to touch her and others would give anything just for one kiss. She could give nothing, but they took everything. She could have been a prostitute, might as well.
Worlds apart him and her. He was untouched and she was trampled upon. The rag doll would never even dream of holding the prince's hand.
She walked out the door and slipped on her brown shoes. Brand new, the smell of leather still fresh. She put the flower in her hair, the weather was mild and refreshing with the smell of rain in the air. It started to rain as got into her car as she drove into the distance. The road was long and she had a fair distance to go, with a few stops to make on the way. Mist rose as the rain hit the ground and it was a rather pretty sight. She wound down the window to breathe it in as she drove on.
He put on his black leather shoes and put on his coat as he walked out the door. He glanced at his watch, he would have the time to make a few stops on the way. He walked briskly down the busy main street and down the stairs to catch the next train. The weather was mild and refreshing and it started drizzling as he got out at the next stop. He was glad he had his cap on to keep his head dry. He picked up some flowers and a cup of coffee as he walked along the street. He turned left and walked into the hospital. He checked in with the doctors and kissed her on the cheeks as he put the flowers in the vase. He sat to chat a while, checked his watch and kissed her forehead. Waving to her and promising to see he will come again the next day. He noticed the mist rising as the rain hit the ground and he ran down the steps to catch the train.
Worlds apart him and her. He was untouched, she was trampled upon. He loved, she hated. The rag doll would never even dream of holding the prince's hand.
She got on at the first stop and got off at the last stop. Every once in a while she would feel as if she needed to get away from it all and so she would take a very long train trip around the city. She sat in the corner hugging her knees, as she always did when she was deep in thought. It had been a habit of hers to sit on that train and withdraw to the atelier of her mind, where all dreams can come true. Her realities would fade and in her head, her dreams come alive. But even in those dreams she never dreamt of a prince. The rag doll would never ever dream of holding the prince's hand.
Every once in a while he would get on the train with his guitar strapped to his back wearing his suit and leather shoes across town. He would always stop at the hospital to bring someone some flowers. He would often be seen while on these trips playing soccer in his leather shoes with the boys down in the ghetto. The boys down in the ghetto loved playing with him. He was their friend. He was a common sight outside them brothels. He would stand and play songs of love and faithfulness. Most men despised it, but some were reminded. He would enter in once in a while with flowers in hand and he would sit and tell the girls stories of pure love. Sounded like good news to some, bagful of fairy tales to others. The prince had a heart of gold.
Worlds apart him and her. He was untouched, she was trampled upon. He loved, she hated. He hoped, she sat numbed, nauseous at the idea of living another day. He preached love and all things good, she believed those do not exist. Why would the rag doll ever dream of holding the prince's hand?
What makes a girl's hard so hardened to a good thing? He wondered in his heart. He had just came away from a brothel at the end of town and none of those ears heard what he was saying. All they were interested in was what he could offer them in the matters of payment for their services. He was filled with anger as he hopped on the train. He walked to the back of the train and sat himself down in the corner. He looked across and there she was seated at the corner hugging her knees. For years he had been looking for her, for years and now there she was right in front of him.
Her imagination was distracted today. Memories flooded her mind as she sat on that train. Memories of the things she used to do. Today darkness clouded in and the candle flickered like it does some days. If someone could see her heart they would see them scars. She could not take her mind off the man's words that day. She was at the store getting her supply of bottled water when he gave her a booklet. He quietly said to her that she had a choice for a better life. She began to wonder a little if he was professing the truth. But since then she had been looking for that better life. She had yet to find it. He took her through the prayer in the booklet and yet did she really believe all it says? She sighed. She pondered upon her doubts and resolved to believe. Something in her knew she couldn't go back there anyway. She pondered upon her childhood dreams. A girl like her should never dare to dream such dreams. The man in her dreams only stood on the sidelines watching her reject him in her dreams. Even in her dreams she was timid. The rag doll would never dream of holding the prince's hand.
He looked at her intently and began to play his guitar. He knew that even in her dreams she only saw a rag doll. When will she understand that to him she was a princess? Even in her prayers she was timid. She never asked for anything big. But he wanted her to. He was waiting for her to. Something within her today fiercely fought to dream so she began to. She saw his face, the face of a prince and she dreamt a prince untouched, a prince with a golden heart. He smiled as he began singing. He sang of her beauty and pure love. The train screeched to a stop and she was called back to reality. She looked up at the man staring at her and immediately looked back down. The face she never dared to dream about stared at her.
He smiled as the train emptied.
She got up and walked towards the door. She quietly asked if her dream could come true.
The moment he had been waiting for. And to think that she never even dared to dream it.
The prince reached out and took the rag doll's hand.
