The Puppet

She holds her head up so high,

When all she wants deep inside

Is to just let it all go,

To feel for once on her own!!

But she’s a puppet in her own world…

Those strings just pull her back

Tugging at a heart ripped apart

If fate could hold still for a second

Then she would live…she would,

Never as a puppet in her own world!

She would stand so still to catch a breeze

Sleep one night without those tears

Whistle a tune to ease her disquiet

Remember a kiss for the love it held

Steal a touch to remember it again

Hold a friend close for all to see

Smile for once with her heart

Smile for once without having to hide it all!

But fate still sways against her hope

Time still stays against her will

No one can cut the ropes that bind her so

All they do is tighten her role

And still she remains a puppet in her world...

All she does is dance a tune

A song written by minds unknown

To decide her fate, her path to choose

Her love to be, her passionate rights

Her way of life, her last deluge…

Still a puppet in her own world