“There are no strings on me”
While doing all his Master wants
Pretending to be free
Each day performing as he’s led
While touting his free will
Each night the truth enshrouds his soul
Locked in his cage of steel
To satan’s will he bows, yet claims
He’s doing his own thing
Yet truth reveals that he is but...
A puppet on a string
When he’s used up, too late he’ll see
He served a master liar
His soul to scrap heap will be tossed
To feed his Master’s fire
Oh puppet, will you not awake
Refuse to be the toy
Break free, turn to your waiting God
And find in Him, real joy