Play your songA Poem by LyricI am always inspired by someone else, but in the end it all mixes up with things I see and believe and it simply becomes me, my self, and I
Play you're song,
puppet master,
create you'r own melody, press daintily on your chords, and create your symphony, and, and don't bother your mind with thoughts other than simplicity, in it's purest form, stay in you flower field, sweet and forgiving, your fictitious land, your garden of Eden, and don't come out, until you're thrown out, oh, puppet master, stay here, stay with me, you are feeding on your own artistic thoughts, Climbing your personal tower, slowly, a glorious shower of things only your mind can see, Stay here, stay with me, I am my own puppet master, the one I speak of is she. © 2015 LyricAuthor's Note
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