Childhood Innocence

Come and talk with me of mysteries and fantasies
Both of which choose to brain tease
With clouds of white that taste like cotton candies
Makes you think, make you really, really freeze
With puzzlement and wonderment

Let's walk with unicorns and beasts of age
We may forget fables past, monster's in our closet
With hands that bleed far down the wood
Makes you love, who checks beneath, your bed
With care and compassion

Let's wear balloon's on our wrist and watch them fly
When we are tired, we start to cry
On Merri-Go-Rounds which are so pretty
The pony you ride, makes you silly
With laughter and wrought

Dressing up in Grandma's housecoats
Having tea with Kermit and other's
These were the pretending's life was made of
With fairy dust and stars in the night sky
Oh what I wouldn't give for my childhood again

Puppet Of Strings (Poem)

I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
See my jaw work and my feet prance
Tell me what to say, move me, move me
Swing my hands and I'll want to slap your face
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me

As you spit on my shoes and mar the black
I'm sure you've got the same stains
On your soul

With screws for eyes that penetrate my brain
I can't imagine life without pain
The bloody tears I cry make you happy
Make the world really, really spin
As I'm wound up for fun again

I'm a marionette! Move me, move me

The good news is I've been to London, Spain, and France
And with all had just one dance
In parkas, vests, and polos
Dress me up, dress me down
No one ever notices my frown

One foot to the west
One foot to the east
I'm dusty on a shelf
Cast off 'til I'm needed

I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
Tell me what to say, move me, move me
Swinging and traveling in a carnival
Never have I felt like such a Circus freak