By Pwyrdan
The puppets on the strings
They feel so complacent they don't want to sing
They stand there amongst each other
Connected through on the common thread
When they can go free
Dance on their own feet
Let them enjoy the world
They just want to hide
in the closet of their souls
Of their minds in coconut shells
Let the world go by
They want to live by themselves
The guiding light
They forget to find
They just close their minds
The puppets on the strings
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