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The strings are being pulled in one way then the next
My life is in your hands I am your lowly little puppet
My skin is made of porcelain my heart is made of glass
Mold the clay and make me real set the porcelain to dry
Blow the glass to make my heart and set the glass a blaze
Hold on to the strings tightly if I drop I'll shadier in to bits
A fragile peace of art that's all I remain to be
I stand because you made me able to only if you hold on tight
I walk because you hold onto me and lead me all the way
You pull the strings and tell me when to turn
If not for you I would have crashed in to the stone cold walls
Put me away when you're done with me I'm yours and yours alone
Pull me out when you want to play and yours I'll always stay
It is hard to be a doll no say in your own life
I thank you for all you've done but let the strings be cut
I'm not so positive I'll stand for long but at least I would have tried
I'm done being your lowly little puppet I want to be free
The strings are now cut I pray that I don't fall
I try to take the first steps I wobble on my feet
Fall…crash…I break I could not stand alone
I may have broken but I stood on my own with out your help
I really am no longer you lowly little puppet
You no longer hold the strings and no longer control my steps.
- by Siythecutterangel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/30/2010 |
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- Title: Your Lowly Little Puppet
- Artist: Siythecutterangel
- Description: A sad poem I wrote about someone trying to be free
- Date: 04/30/2010
- Tags: your lowly little puppet
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