A Puppet

I might wear a mask, but I'm not the fool of his play of life,
I'm not a jester of the court of the King's Wife.
I have cut the strings from my puppeteer, finally free,
The puppet I was, was ready to believe.

The dreams and hopes had finally bloomed,
Now I am free to be with you.
I hope you understand why it took so long,
And when I turn around, you won't be gone.

My own play has already begun,
My life played as a song.
I may be able to keep in tune,
But not without you.