Puppets

I can't imagine to be one of them
With others thinking "How lame"
Having no freedom and no rights
But they continue to fight!

Their miniature stage is their battle field
Their goal is to follow and yield
For they are controlled by unseen strings
And can't be seen with a finger that clings

They are made to entertain
But did we ever think that they're in pain?
We know they're not alive
But if they were, could we be able to abide?

Abide all those pain that was in there
For I know we didn't even care
With those faces so fragile and beautiful
Could we walk away as if everything was cool?

As I watched them, my eyes were filled with admiration
For they are spared from what we call emotions
And when I saw a show where they were the casts
Oh, how I'd wish it wouldn't last

For they act as if they weren't attached to anything
I can't imagine what it can bring
Will it bring us happiness
Or bring puppeteers to success

But one thing is for sure
Their goal is for the good and oh, so pure
Not wanting to be heard
But wanted to be loved

They are in their Wonderland
And they are made by hand
They are the Puppets
And our wonder pets!

Mr. Right

All are waiting
all are hoping
but is he really there?
or just a reason for a tear?

All are asking "who?"
Mr. Right is that you?
Can you give a clue
cause no one really knew

All doesn't want to wait
for the arrival of their only fate
everyone is in their best
cause they knew that it would start with a test

A test that would put them in the world of craziness
and would end with happiness
Mr. Right would be theirs
and all will have their pairs

But is Mr. Right really true?
or just a product of our flu?
a flu that we caught from the past
that keeps coming back to remind us

Reminding us that we must wait
cause Mr. right is just late
and there he is, standing
and in the end, all will have their happy ending!