I saw them, the two puppets
Handsome Tom and Smilin' Sam
Looking lifeless, standing still...
I closed my eyes and they had moved
I knew right then that they were not
Without life, without force
But I knew they did not move
With their own free will...
I could see the outline
Of two shadowed hands
The puppeteers behind stage

The ones truly in control,
Hands of the Puppet Master
I did not let them suffer
I snipped the strings that
Bound them to the hands
But I felt empty somehow
For I knew that attached to
Each of my limbs was a cord
A cord that makes each limb
Flop and twist and turn
Controlling the Muscles
I think somewhere above me...
I look up to see
Can't quite make out the outline
Of two shadowed hands
The Puppet Master of Me
Someday, I'll find him
The Script writer of this drama
Then I'll laugh, I'll cry
I'll smile, if I can
And I'll cut those very strings
The Ones that are controlling me
Then, will I be free?