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Marionettes |
| Written by Jess | |
| Monday, 10 March 2008 | |
With false lives, with false smiles. Our limbs all hung on a string. Our heads turn. Our eyes grin. Our movements based on a word, They’re not mine, they’re not hers. We say, we sing, and we dance Promises of false romance. Lives that aren’t our own; Owned by those who hold our ropes. They move us with mastery: Make us dream, make us see. A life I cannot live, Lack of truth, loss of hope. Wishing to be free Break these strings, let me be. A blade, a person must have; Cutting past controlling hands. Someone who is true, Knows what’s real, sees the truth. Are you a marionette? Set me free. Set me free. Copyright 2008 Jess |
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