puppet

Strings
I am just hanging.
Dreams
I am not living
Just a puppet
Controlled by fate, by feelings, by you
I’m just a doll
With no freedom, I do what you make me do

Heartless
No feelings, mo mood always is the same
Bloodless
Only these empty, wooden veins
I have no love, though I yearn for it
I yearn to be real, to enter into life
But I have nothing…no heart…no brain…
My whole existence is a lie

Poor
I have nothing to give
Hopeless
My soul has no shelter in which to live
Cold and lonely, my body stiff
I cannot move, I cannot speak
By myself I suffer here
A puppet of wood, not of flesh and meat

There is no future for a puppet
For me, there is no life
For a puppet there will be no hope
Only a long, enduring lie.