Puppet With No Sound
I let you take my smile
And turn it to a frown
I let you take my heart
And throw it on the ground
I let you take the things I’ve done
And make them not so proud
I let you have control of me
Like a puppet with no sound
Today I plan to take control
And turn this frown around
Today I plan to heal my heart
And pick it off the ground
Today I plan to find my honor
And acknowledge to all that I am proud
Today I plan to cut the strings
Of this puppet with no sound.
Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015
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