Poor little puppet boy,
Lonely and controlled,
Sitting all by himself,
When master isn't home,
He use to have a friend or two,
Now everything is lost,
He let the master do his work,
And everything it cost,
Poor little puppet boy,
Has no choice but this,
To heed and abide by,
His masters every wish,
And should he choose to think alone,
The puppet boy's denied,
To think and do things on his own,
The poor boy has no mind,
His strings dangle waiting for,
His masters lone command,
Just waiting to be controlled by,
His masters "guiding" hand,
I tried to save my puppet boy,
And cut his strings for good,
I tried to keep him in my heart,
Now I know I never should,
My puppet boy is lost to me,
No more than but a toy,
But in my heart I love him still,
My lonely puppet boy.