Monday, February 5, 2018

Puppet Man



Pull your string 
Watch you beam
and act like it is all as it seems..
your house looks like it’s made of stone - strong and solid to the bone..
Opened you wide 
hidden inside 
is an inner layer filled with hate - no one able to knock down that gate..
Moments that words can no longer reach - 
someone like you they cannot teach
though You’re gone - i see your face 
I always say you only need space 
Give me the time - give me your mind 
I’ll grind out your insides as you unwind..
set up new wiring and restring you throughout-
pulling them tight until they’re just right..
as you move about with sheer delight,
your light will once again learn to shine bright..



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