Puppet - Eric Moen

Let this puppet fall

Cut these strings

They've held me for so long

And I am weary of their pull

 

And if I fall onto a silk, feather pillow

I'll be nothing but a wooden toy

Because, even though you didn't break me

I never wanted to be built in the first place

 

And if I fall into a fire

I'll burn with a smile on my face

Because, no matter how hard you try

You'll never retie those strings to my ashes

Your skin is like lily petals

Kindness is all that it knows

Lightning arcs through me every time we touch

A wonderful jolt goes running down my spine

And there is only the warmth of joy

Your smile is like a full, strong hug

When you have collected every last specimen

Where will you find that species?

When you cut down every last tree

Where will you find a forest?

When you have examined every last anomaly

Where will you find a surprise?

When you have measured every last pattern

Where will you find beauty?