A Lonely Puppet Poem by Brian Paschall

From the darkness arise the screams
Of A lonely puppet with broken dreams
On the stage of life he will preform no more
His heart is empty his soul is sore

For the hand of faith
has ripped apart, The threads of love
which held his heart

I hate this world that burdens me
So I cut my strings to set me free
Save me from my misery
Close the curtain down on me

Remember me as time passes by
But as I lay here let me die
For a lonely puppet Am I