I need your eyes
Help me see

I need your ears
Let me hear

I see in you
Not one fear

Lend me your mouth
I don't speak often

Lend me your skin
Mine so void of comfort

Tug my strings
Help me move

Just don't let go
Ill fall tangled

Ill wait on the cold hard ground
Hoping a new puppeteer come around

And there ill wait
And ill wait, wait

Too much time shall pass
Too much string with too much slack

One day i may open my eyes
Without another willing it so

But Ill close them once again
Sleep awhile, have some dreams

Dreams of freedom
And of places far

Nowhere near
This cold hard floor

When i awake
My eyes will open

Ill feel something
Something new

My legs theyll work
Without a string

I could move
I could squirm

Tightening the web of tangled string
Constricting me to this awful place

And so again
My eyes will shut

Forever bound
To this awful rut

Ill dream again
Of things bazaar

And places
Way too far

"The dream is a better place to stay
There i can move, i can play!"

In my dream
To myself i would say

But every dream has its end
And i have to come to life again

So my eyes would open
My legs would move

Knowing not
What i should do

But i could feel my hands
And move them too

With them i feel the string
And the prison its been

Id tug so hard
As others would do

Hoping it would help me move
Away from this place, somewhere new

And once i would tug too hard
The string from me had broke

I knew then what power i hold
And had an idea bold

Id gather my strength
And gather the strings

One by one
Pulling them from me

Eventually i could stand
And finally

I was free