replacing strings with guitar wire
taking care to break the skin
what used to be a playful tug
ensures i'll never dance again

once wooden, how i craved a body
once i craved a human face
i wish they'd tossed me in the fire
now that i have seen this place

she cackles as she makes be gambol
flashing me that haughty grin
orchestrates contorted motions
much to my intense chagrin

one night i almost made my exit
close i came to being free
thought that i was close to freedom
sadly she discovered me

now the string's replaced with shackles
giant rusty clanking chains
before my days were filled with laughter
now they're filled with pain

(c) 2003 Jordan Baugher