Nicole Tasker Woods

I am a wandering demipuppet 
I wonder what I hear 
I hear a pounding sea 
I see what I wish to 
I want to get out of here, because 
I am a wandering demipuppet 

I pretend that I believe 
I believe in what I touch 
I touch, for I need to feel 
I feel why I worry 
I worry that it will make me cry 
I cry when I worry, because 
I am a wandering demipuppet 

I understand what they say 
I say not what I mean 
I dream of what I hope for 
I hope for all my dreams, because 
I am a wandering demipuppet