A bare house in the middle of nowhere
Came many acquaintances, tired yet merry
They'd come in the spring and summer
And leave when they were no longer shy and weary

He was the only one who returned during a terrible storm
Through the windows ,you could see the snow fall
He started a fire to keep us warm
I told him how I felt like a puppet,he called me a doll

I grew fond of the storyteller and his stories
He made me feel like I should sprout wings and fly
He was entertained by my many queries
I thought he saw more in me than what meets the eye

One day he quietly walked out the door
Through the window you could see the storm clear
I looked at his footprints in the damp snow
And told myself that they would soon disappear