Dancing On Strings
There was once a doll,
Who danced on strings.
She sang sad songs,
But she loved to sing.
Every night on a full moon,
The strings would guide her to the stage,
And she would sing and dance,
Then go back to her cage.
In her prison, she would read.
Stories and poems that filled her with glee.
Sometimes they were sad, some were scary.
But of these stories of freedom, she never grew weary.
On one silent night, her cage opened up,
And another doll on strings fell from midair.
The doll watched how the other fought to be free.
A new feeling welled up inside her that was not glee.
After days of silence, the other doll finally spoke.
It asked, "Why are you here? Why don't you run?"
She thought it was kidding, but it was no joke.
She said, "Why should I?" and then sung.
Friendship began, and plans were made.
The other doll had not given up, and was not afraid.
It wanted more than dancing on strings,
And she was the same.
Their plan was done, and now they were running.
They were being chased, but the freedom was stunning.
The wind on her hair, and the ground beneath her feet.
It didn't matter that they were trapped, she still felt complete.
There was once a doll,
Who danced on strings.
She sang sad songs,
But she loved to sing.
She gave it all up,
For a whiff of freedom.
Even as the light grew brighter,
And she could see angel wings,
She still didn't miss the dancing on strings.
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Who danced on strings.
She sang sad songs,
But she loved to sing.
Every night on a full moon,
The strings would guide her to the stage,
And she would sing and dance,
Then go back to her cage.
In her prison, she would read.
Stories and poems that filled her with glee.
Sometimes they were sad, some were scary.
But of these stories of freedom, she never grew weary.
On one silent night, her cage opened up,
And another doll on strings fell from midair.
The doll watched how the other fought to be free.
A new feeling welled up inside her that was not glee.
After days of silence, the other doll finally spoke.
It asked, "Why are you here? Why don't you run?"
She thought it was kidding, but it was no joke.
She said, "Why should I?" and then sung.
Friendship began, and plans were made.
The other doll had not given up, and was not afraid.
It wanted more than dancing on strings,
And she was the same.
Their plan was done, and now they were running.
They were being chased, but the freedom was stunning.
The wind on her hair, and the ground beneath her feet.
It didn't matter that they were trapped, she still felt complete.
There was once a doll,
Who danced on strings.
She sang sad songs,
But she loved to sing.
She gave it all up,
For a whiff of freedom.
Even as the light grew brighter,
And she could see angel wings,
She still didn't miss the dancing on strings.
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