I am a puppet. Dancing on stings against my own will…

A marionette, a doll dressed in elegant clothing and make up.

I dance to a rhythm of emotions, a smile imprinted on my face.

A smile so light and warm and yet a heart so heavy and cold.

A marionette in strings…I continue to dance.

I have been played. My anger once came.

He moved me in a way I never knew…and yet he felt so soon.

Your face is so beautiful that is saddens me…to a point where I feel I'm in a dream…

And so you left…I froze on my dance. The rhythm changed.

now I dance to the real folk blues…

I dance in pain and grief…

Only to know…

Forgiven not forgotten