Puppets dangle from their strings Slumped, in disarray Waiting for the masters directions
Ghost of a Sound
There's a whisper on the wind And my head turns As though you have called my name But there is only the wind
By Kel Dayheart
Puppets dangle from their strings Slumped, in disarray Waiting for the masters directions
There's a whisper on the wind And my head turns As though you have called my name But there is only the wind