Geppetto's Lament

Crafting clocks to pass the time,

As I can hear the Ocean Tide

the cuckoo every time reminds,

Midnight exact is when She died

I swim in bottles ev'ry night,

Each time I find Her close in sight,

Just out of reach, but maybe in time,

I'll be beside Her one last time

It seems as though the pain inside

comes out but only once each night,

The clock strikes twelve and out it comes,

the cuckoo reminds what I've become

And so I pray alone each night,

"Blue Fairy! I beg, please hear my plight!

Make this puppet walk alone,

so I, Geppeto, won't feel so lone!"

For She could never bare my child,

but always kept my painted smile,

All the time stuck in denial,

She has been gone for quite a while

These lonesome hands, these craftsman hands,

Finest hands in all the lands,

Can fix plenty puppets and plenty clocks,

but never fix this broken heart.