I move my fingers and my puppets dance
I give them all a personality and a stance
They can fly in the motions of my control
I move them not
Puppet
The Horse That Flew
In a vast plain where land was green and true
I see a black horse that’d stomp with its shoe
With a posture it walks, ‘my God how great’
It
Violin
Zimmer rimmer and dimmer goes my song
Music starts to flow in the air all night long
Now waves of my expression from a violin, fly
Rain falls as Earth
Dear Spring
Dear Spring, life seems well and great
Heavenly happiness not just from fate
We all worked hard this winter, true sweat
Working on rainy days got our clothes wet
Dear
The Rock & Star
Little rock down the bottom of the ocean
Looks at the star in the sky, to its motion
Rock:
Oh, how bright and magnificent you are,
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