Puppet

Look at how charmingly she dances
This puppet on a string
A slave to her master's impulses
Destined never to take wing

Calm under the waves
Of disappointment and rage
She understands, she pines
For the kind of freedom
Money, nor fame, nor influence can buy

Nothing really matters
Stuck in the same routine
She dances for everyone
But in her heart she dances all alone
There's no one hear today
Who will ever hear her say:

"I wish I could stop
Take my wings and learn to fly."

They've broken her,
They've taken her
They'll never release her
Destined to be the puppet on a string
Never to take wing

Puppet on a string
Slave, nothing but a man's plaything