We are all puppets
with someone pulling the strings
strings we can see not, touch not
Just the tension we can feel
The string puller takes me left
when i want to go right
Cannot let go of the pull
Try as i might
The strings could save me
as i am about to fall
why o why! they let go
and let me tumble and all
I need the strings then
to pick me from the ditch
And start believing again
that my destiny maketh me...
No sir, There are no strings
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