the apron strings

The puppets on the strings

Life isn't as free as it would

The puppeteer holds the key

The puppets just dance on its tune

On the stage it holds its show

The audience watch the antics flow

It doesn't needs word to convey

The actions tell many tales

The drumbeats and gong

The puppets swing and flow

It never cries or showing emotions

It is just a tale telling the audience

The rhythm of our lives

We live and breath by the rope

Dangling high we think we can fly

For years we are caged in our minds

Now we realize the truth

We are the puppets on the strings

We dance through a master puppeteer

When we forget our rights and freedom

The light of change opening doors

There is hope yet when we changed

We aren't puppets on the show

We must be free from the apron strings