• The strings are being pulled in one way then the next

    My life is in your hands I am your lowly little puppet

    My skin is made of porcelain my heart is made of glass

    Mold the clay and make me real set the porcelain to dry

    Blow the glass to make my heart and set the glass a blaze

    Hold on to the strings tightly if I drop I'll shadier in to bits

    A fragile peace of art that's all I remain to be

    I stand because you made me able to only if you hold on tight

    I walk because you hold onto me and lead me all the way

    You pull the strings and tell me when to turn

    If not for you I would have crashed in to the stone cold walls

    Put me away when you're done with me I'm yours and yours alone

    Pull me out when you want to play and yours I'll always stay

    It is hard to be a doll no say in your own life

    I thank you for all you've done but let the strings be cut

    I'm not so positive I'll stand for long but at least I would have tried

    I'm done being your lowly little puppet I want to be free

    The strings are now cut I pray that I don't fall

    I try to take the first steps I wobble on my feet

    Fall…crash…I break I could not stand alone

    I may have broken but I stood on my own with out your help

    I really am no longer you lowly little puppet

    You no longer hold the strings and no longer control my steps.