• A life without purpose
    is no life
    A body without soul
    is no body
    An existence without meaning
    is no existence

    The puppet with no master
    is a lonely thing
    Its strings reach from nowhere
    binding its arms
    its legs
    its heart
    It is forever trapped

    Free to think
    and act its own
    the doll is filled with fear
    He cannot live
    nor love
    nor feel
    Its puprose is uncertain

    Lost for words
    the puppet grins
    and moves with great finesse
    Its movements are rehearsed
    without desire, drive, or goal
    Routine - his prized possession

    He waits, for now
    for time and place
    his life should have a meaning
    For cold days' end
    for spring's begin
    A heart that's not so wooden

    The puppet with no master
    is a lonely thing
    Its strings reach from nowhere
    binding its arms
    its legs
    its heart
    It is forever trapped

    For life without purpose
    is no life
    A body without soul
    is no body
    An existence without meaning
    is no existence...