I am a puppet with a mock face, mockingly I sing
Strings pulled by the crowds, I owe nomore what is mine
I dance to the tunes which others play for me,
somewhere something reminds, puppets don't whine
Silent and still I wait when there is nomore, for then I
realise I miss it, maybe I am like a whore
You take me and play as you wish for I am not even paid,
You can thorw me when you get tired I am not the one whose
voice can be raised.
As days pass I am turning into a ragged doll,
Even kids don't wanna see the puppet, away they stroll
When would I be released from this web of strings
May be I am real, I may know what life brings
But none would pay heed for all of us are puppets,
some by choice, some are gods muppets.
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