Okay here's another daily poem about the ~ Mark

There's a fool who can't care for
himself 
He's a puppet on strings, a mindless 
elf 
His friends are mad, frustrated and 
sad 
For they see the harm that's been had

He gives and gives, to everyone 
around 
But never to himself, always on the 
ground 
His mind is drilled, it's not his fault 
But his friends can't bear the assault

They watch him dance, to someone's 
tune 
Hoping the strings break, before he's 
ruined 
They see the pain, they feel the hurt 
And know it's not his choice to divert

They try to reason, to make him see 
That he's worth more, than just a 
puppetry 
But the fool can't hear, he can't 
understand 
For his mind is chained, to someone's 
command

His friends won't give up, they'll stand 
by his side 
For they care too much, to watch him 
hide 
They hope and pray, that one day he'll 
break free 
And have control, over his destiny

For a puppet is not meant, to dance 
forever And the strings will break, eventually 
sever 
Then the fool will rise, from his 
slumber 
And take control, of his own number

His friends will be there, to lend a 
hand 
And help him stand, tall and grand 
For true friends don't leave, in times of 
need 
They stay and fight, until they 
succeed.