Another poem by me, just for the sake of my life is controlled by a puppetmaster.
Hangin' By A Thread
Dancin' on a cardboard stage
Under lights so bright
But the faces are so shadowed,
I'm wonderin' if it's night...
Through the rain I wander
Through the fog I flee
Through the snow I struggle
Hangin' by a thread
That keeps me attached to me
Hovering just above ground
A puppet on a string;
forced to be a sideshow
Listening to leering and jeering...
Throguh the rain I wander
Through the fog I flee
Through the snow I struggle
Hangin' by a thread,
That keeps me attached to me.
Dropped now to the stage below
My strings're all tangled up;
The show is over,
the crowd is gone
I'm thrown out like a broken cup...
Thruogh the rain I wander
Through the fog I flee
Through the snow I struggle
Hangin' by a thread
that keeps me attached to me.
My puppeteer's my life,
My strings, my happiness.
But now all of it's tangled up...
I am such a mess...
Through the rain I wander
Through the fog I fee
Through the snow I struggle
Hangin' by a thread
that keeps me attached to me.
Hangin' by a thread
that keeps me attached to me...
That keeps me attached to me....
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