Im a marionette...

That smile I bear on my weary face,

With dreams deep within but far away,

My dance may charm my mates around,

I am moved by those hands above,

You may cry, you may laugh but,

I was a marionette without a fate,

My Instructor pulls the string without a care,

And still my broken limbs stands of fear,

I am moved here and there,

Up and down until I'm tired and I turn numb,

When I stopped, he stopped not,

And started to drag me on,

Still I cherish for I've cherished you true,

But what have I really got from you.

*Dedicated to Late.Sergeant Faiz , my 1st Military instructor.

He commit suicide by burning himself to death in 2003