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I dance as the strings are pulled,
My head just falls to the side.
You'd think I was a lively thing,
Just listen to how I cried.
Listless as I was,
That puppeteer did make me dance.
He used me to tell stories
Of hate, anger, love, and romance.
The crowd raged as I flopped on stage
And began to move against my will.
They screamed for more - "Give us more!"
I was moved faster - I knew the drill.
Left and right, up and down
I "lived" to humor the mob.
But when I thought of my sad existence
I began to sob.
The puppeteer began the whisper
Words of hate and terrible threats.
He told me if I didn't cooperate
It was something I'd regret.
So he lowered me to the stage
And I looked out at every different face.
I saw with wonder a silent man
I knew it was an act of grace.
He was so quiet as the group laughed
At my humiliation and sorrow
I gazed into those big dark eyes
And saw a better tomorrow.
He stepped upon that stage of pain
And gave and act of love
To me the puppet - he extended his hand
And reached for the puppeteer above.
He grabbed the strings that controlled my life
And cut them all straight through
The puppeteer stood in the man's grasp -
He just didn't know what to do.
The man looked at me and said,
"Will you allow me to love you till your dying day?"
I gazed in hope and trust and said,
"Yes my darling - you may."
He looked at that heartless puppeteer
And that look would have broken my heart
Had it been directed at me
It would have pierced like a dart.
I felt this amazing thing
Begin out of all the strife.
I felt a pulsing inside of me -
I began to die to life.
Born so weak and killed by the puppeteer
I didn't know how to live.
But I could see that this bold man
Had so much love to give.
He dropped the puppeteer as he lifted me
And looked upon him in hate and disgust.
He drew me close against himself
And my blood began to rush.
The color returned to my skin
And my eyes were no longer glazed.
He ran his fingers down my back
And the goosebumps were quickly raised.
He gazed so intently in my eyes
And promised he would always be there
Through the good, the bad,
When I was happy, and when I was scared.
Then with a slow and passionate kiss,
This man called me his wife.
And with that proclamation he finished
Bringing me to life.