The Boy Who Wanted to Be a Real Puppet - Sonata Arctica

So many years ago, many more than I’d

Even care to bear in my mind

From the darkest of all places I found you

All the limbs in their right places

And a heart made of real gold

Sell me your little doll, oh sir, I ask you kind

Every night I returned to watch them

The master and the puppet in the show

He said: «oh, no, I cannot sell him…

Priceless he is, masterpiece of mine.»

Please, sell me your puppet, sir

Name your price, oh please

Whatever you may ask, tenfold the price I pay

«Did I not make it clear?

This debate is over

I will never part from this puppet, my son…»

With hungry eyes I followed them all night

The blind master and the puppet he had made

«No, sir, to sell is not my will!»

The doll is mine, even if I have to kill…

So it shall be… if this is what it takes

«Oh, greed’s truly blinder than me…»

«Heart of gold is what you wish for?»

«So, this little boy… wants to be… a puppet, for real…»

So I have the golden heart

Now only needing the voice of the master

Never feel hunger, never grow older

My dream was to be a star in a real puppet show

It’s so hard to remember my life

The times before the show can I ever cut off the strings?

«take a bow, now dance and sing…»

Would you turn me to a child again?

«No, never, I am your Guide.»

You can see a small grin on the face of the master, when the puppet’s in his

place

Be careful what you wish for

Wishes might come alive

The twines are pulling me every day and night…

The show, the glitter and all the fame I’d give away for a life

Some things can end with a word, they say

This only ends with a sharp knife