We used to dress up mannequins

And sit them on thrones

That we could speak to

That we could cry to

That we could ask favors of

From time to time

And I imagined i could hear a voice

That sounded suspiciously like mine

But it is silent now

And the figure became bones

Long ago

So we sit in the quiet now

And dress in their clothes

Left they fade and fall to waste

But I must admit

They are still to big for me