Tragedy at the Marionette Theatre

A puppet's life is sad and dreary,
          suspended by old, weathered strings.
The painted on vibrance of an illegitimate smile,
          suspended by old, weathered strings.
It danced! It sang! It now collects dust in the attic,
          suspended by old, weathered strings.
The shows they'd partake in, wishing for a disaster,
          suspended by old, weathered strings.
It prays for death with each child's laughter,
          suspended by old, weathered strings.
The puppet no more takes his life with his master,
          hung at the neck by old, weathered strings.