Children's Spoils

I lie awake in the musty air,
My friends all around me.
They lie, lifeless, given up all hope.
Some of us have eternal life,
given by the child.
Abandoned ones are left,
gathering dust all alone.
Some are thrown out, never to return.
Others are lost, forever alone,
And the girl who called herself my best friend,
Has left me to gather dust.
Suddenly, a hand reaches in,
And pulls me out of my jail.
And now I sit in the light,
Like a beloved toy should.