by Michelle Buitenhuis

Created on: April 30, 2008

Puppet;

Puppets on strings
But the master has gone
Still attached
Not knowing where to belong
Fidgeting, struggling
To loosen the ties
Trying to break away
From the familiar disguise

Master, Master. What did you do?
How can I possibly live without you?
Where should I go, what road am I to take?
I'm free at last, but my life is at stake!

Years and years of rebellion
So many pleads and cries
Now all that is left is fear and goodbyes
Insecurity and concerns
Knowing that there is so much to learn
And yet you pack your strings
Knowing that this is where your life begins

Oh my dear puppet
With wooden legs you stray
On the path that we call life
Choosing your own fate, making your way
Life is new to you and still
You won't let anyone break your will
Strings still joining
But all cast one by one
You'll find your own place
The one to which you will belong.

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