We all have puppet strings
They hold us together
They are those certain things
Delicate as a feather

We are simply actors on a stage
Actors come and go
Everyone is on a different page
its the never ending show

We perform for those we can never see
Just sit back and play your role
And  they see, they'll leave you be
Leaving you unaware and whole

Are we alone, acting in fear
Trying to follow everyone's rules
Is there an audience out there
Or is this be the stage full of fools?