Puppets

We are all puppets
with someone pulling the strings
strings we can see not, touch not
Just the tension we can feel

The string puller takes me left
when i want to go right
Cannot let go of the pull
Try as i might

The strings could save me
as i am about to fall
why oh why? they let go
and let me tumble and all

I need the strings then
to pick me from the ditch
So I can go back to same ole,
'My destiny what I sketch'

No sir, There are no strings