Puppets on a String

Why do New Beginnings always seem so lonely? Nothing but time, to listen to you sing A penny for a favour, Read to Me Softly The story of the Maiden, and the gentle King We've all need to try To find a reason why Don't tell me we're just puppets, on a string I've got some things to learn And some letters here to burn Don't hang your head, and turn from everything Symphony of voices outside my window Coyotes howling madly, For the Love of spring I'd probably join them, and share their sorrow If it weren't for The Madness, of a desperate sin