Puppets on a String

Why do New Beginnings always seem so lonely?

Nothing but time, to listen to you sing

A penny for a favour, Read to Me Softly

The story of the Maiden, and the gentle King

We've all need to try

To find a reason why

Don't tell me we're just puppets, on a string

I've got some things to learn

And some letters here to burn

Don't hang your head, and turn from everything

Symphony of voices outside my window

Coyotes howling madly, For the Love of spring

I'd probably join them, and share their sorrow

If it weren't for The Madness, of a desperate sin