IndependentElement
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 8, 2003
- Messages
- 121
Puppet
When I'm hollow in the garden it's easy for me to believe
This is not for me, a quitter, shameful at times it seems
Unreal, the power they hold, the puppets we are, the strings they pull
They wash over me, walk over me, watch like vultures
They awake from this fetal's rest torn and tattered
There is no tolerance for this mood, we push on for the better
For peace and happiness, mankind is not my dream but yours
Now walk with this gift, for we are not gods
But we have been touched by God, for this inner-sanctity
For this peace, it's a surreal fantasy but it's the truth we have known in our hearts, fear not for we are many
When I'm hollow in the garden it's easy for me to believe
This is not for me, a quitter, shameful at times it seems
Unreal, the power they hold, the puppets we are, the strings they pull
They wash over me, walk over me, watch like vultures
They awake from this fetal's rest torn and tattered
There is no tolerance for this mood, we push on for the better
For peace and happiness, mankind is not my dream but yours
Now walk with this gift, for we are not gods
But we have been touched by God, for this inner-sanctity
For this peace, it's a surreal fantasy but it's the truth we have known in our hearts, fear not for we are many
