Puppet Master

Lying on this bed wide awake,

Do I dare get up and move or wait?

These strings seem to get into my way.

Puppet master, he seems a bit too late.

I can not move alone, I might as well just stay.

Where I am, lying in this big bed all alone.

Can not move or speak for help.

My eyes look so real, but wide open they stay.

Awaiting my puppet master.

My puppet master, he tells me what and how to feel.

What to say, for the thrill.

He moves my arms and my legs, getting out of bed.

Is the only time I do not feel betrayed.

Into town he says, we must go.

You will be marvelous for the show.

In my heart, I dread it and do not want to go.

If my heart had words that he could hear.

He might just listen, and love me so dear.

If he took a moment and looked into my eyes,

My heart might just speak to his surprise.

In front of the crowd now I stand.

Rod in his hand and kiss on my cheek.

Now show everyone, how you are so sweet.

He lifts up on his rod, now I begin to dance.

The words are so soft for me to speak.

The crowd is so amazed, they seem to be in love.

The love they show is for my puppet master.

My head begins to move, looking up into his eyes.

He seems a bit surprised, my limbs begin to move

Without his help.

Pulling these strings away, I begin to speak.

By his dismay, the crowd was still amazed.

No more dancing, you see if you would have looked into my eyes.

My heart would have spoken for me.

Tears that streamed from eyes waiting on you to arrive.

You did not care to ask, If I was alright.

Now when I dance, I dance without these strings attached.

Marvelous I will always be without my

Puppet master and these strings.