Golden marionettes
Still and sparkle
Turn their heads
Gently become
Pawning they wander
‘Cross the world
Slowly Surely
Storms unfurl

Molded people
Triumph here
Conquer there
Whisper my ear

The key
‘Tis in the soul
The little girl from the grassy knoll
Sits in song
Stands in quiet
Spins the web of Golden throng

She strolls along
The wayward stream
What lays yonder
Lurks to lean
She touches soft
Fine and sleek

Molded people
Triumph here
Conquer there
Whisper my ear

With her the ring
She hath found
Lying under
The glimmering ground
For in its orbit
The secret lie
The girl knows now
She will not die