Why do I care
It's all just a game
I'm a piece on the board
Merely a number, without a name
No peace will i find
as I'm moved from place to place
Seeking my master's approval
To see the puppeteers face
He hides just out of view
watching, not doing
giving and taking
our heartache for the viewing
He is our creator
Or did we create him
Should we really have to bow
To his every whim?
If he was what we read him to be
He would take the time to care
and look after the suffering people
His lies we unfortunately share
We are in control
Not him, no puppet strings
We forge our own path
We fly on our own wings
He is our creator
Or did we create him
Should we really have to bow
To his every whim?
If he was what we read him to be
He would take the time to care
and look after the suffering people
His lies we unfortunately share
We are in control
Not him, no puppet strings
We forge our own path
We fly on our own wings
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