Puppet Master
Puppet on a string
When you dance and sing
What goes on inside your head
What do you think of instead
When all your words are said?
Up and down go your arms and legs
Suspended by strings on wooden pegs
Bowing low and clapping hands
Smiling for the crowded stands
Are you happy, are you sad?
When it's all over are you glad?
And when you lie in your box at night
Body crushed and limbs crammed tight
Do you look up at the evening stars
Lying just beyond your bars?
Puppet, if tomorrow's dawn
Could make you more than just a pawn
Could break your strings and set you free
Where then, puppet, would you be?
Puppet, for tomorrow's show
Let me see you dance and sing
Bow your head and clap your hands
Suspended by your rubber bands
Smile for me and show me how
Even as you clap and bow
You can still somehow be free
With eyes fixed beyond what we can see.
