Puppet On the Devil's Strings
Puppet On the Devil’s Strings
On
the outside
You’re painted white
To hide your
imperfections
You hide it well
But time will tell
The luster
of your lessons
Though I may see
It’s not just me
Others
have found you out
While darkness falls
Light still crawls
Time
to scan your amount
Pain and suffering mark this world
But
don’t give in an ounce
Trials and adversity fill this
world
Fail, and the devil may pounce
Angels glide upon
their wings
Demons fly with use of springs
Razor sharp, words
can sting
Your worldly favor, most will cling
Let go the
distraction, reaction brings
If not…
You remain a puppet on
the devil’s strings.