Puppets

They're like puppets in a show When it starts, you'll see their glory glow And whenever you're in doubt, you can look their way, and your troubles, Troubles will feel like a drought No puppets Can ever be free Always attached with the silver linings, they never smile back, and they talk you down Down before you can flee The piece in the puzzle Is different from the rest Its made of glass, and when you drop it you'll feel Feel a beat pumping chest Now you see That something has been missing Pull away the curtain, so you can see that the earth Earth is worth kissing On and on in goes In circles of tiresome days The happiness is a curtain, and your eyes are covered Covered by the haze