In That Forgotten Part Of Town
Where Wasted Hopes And Dreams Abound,
A Wrinkled Man With Life Near End,
In Hopes To Have At Least One Friend,
Fashioned Bits Of Wood And Things
And Made A Dummy Run By Strings.

He Sat Alone For Hours On End,
Conversing With His Only Friend
And Found Delight Within The Fact
That He Controlled It’s Every Act.
He Told It How He Never Had
A Chance, Since All His Luck Was Bad
Although He’d Tried So To Succeed –
The Dummy Nodded And Agreed.

I Don’t Think You Will
Ever Fully Understand
How You’ve Touched My Life
And Made Me Who I Am.

I Don’t Think You Could Ever Know
Just How Truly Special You Are
That Even On The Darkest Nights
You Are My Brightest Star.