The Puppet Waltz

One moment, she’s light, a feather in flight,

Laughing at clouds, kissing the sky.

The next, she’s falling through silent storms,

No reason to ask, no answer to why.

And though the stage is always lit,

The crowd can never see the thread.

The aching pull, the rise, the crash,

The quiet parts where she plays dead…

I’m a puppet, caught in a dream,

Invisible hands pulling at me.

One moment I’m soaring, high and free,

Next, I’m crashing can’t you see?

I’m a dancer with no rhythm,

A queen with no crown.

They pull me up, they pull me down.

A waltz with no sound.

They pull the strings, I wear the smile,

But I’ve been aching all the while.

A silent waltz, a quiet plea,

No one sees what’s left of me.

A painted face, a hidden ache,

Just dancing so I don’t break.

One minute I’m fire, the next I’m ice,

Trapped in this quiet sacrifice.

I rise, I fall, I don’t know where,

A world of light that doesn’t care.

I’m a dreamer with no vision,

A queen with no crown.

They pull me up, they pull me down.

This waltz spins me around.

They pull the strings, I wear the smile,

But I’ve been aching all the while.

A silent waltz, a quiet plea,

No one sees what’s left of me.

A painted face, a hidden ache,

Just dancing so I don’t break.

If they could hear the songs I weep,

Beneath the stage, beneath the deep...

They’d see I’m more than thread and pose,

A heart that breaks, a soul that knows.

And maybe then they'd understand,

Why I still reach with trembling hands.

They pull the strings, I wear the smile,

But I’ve been aching all the while.

A silent waltz, a quiet plea,

No one sees what’s left of me.

A painted face, a hidden ache,

Just dancing so I don’t break.

Just dancing…

So I don’t…

Break.