A Puppet.
Controlled with wires and strings.
Opens its mouth when others tell it to sing.
A chiseled smile and painted eyes;
Built out of other's wicked lies.
Memories of yesterday
Compartmentalized and locked away.
The Little Girl is trapped inside
Yearning for freedom yet wanting to hide.
Only knowing the darkness that has her blind
The Little Girl one day happens to find
A Man dressed in a robe so white
That shone with pure light.
The Man begins to scrape away the layers of wood.
The layers hid The Little Girl from all that is good.
Then The Man opened The Little Girl's eyes
And said, "You are My Child. Now arise."
The Little Girl stepped out of the puppet's shell
And in awe and worship to her knees she fell.
