The puppets that dance under
the canopy of leaves in disguise
Behind the trees the shadows:
Silently reflect;
Painfully pierce;
Hollering into the darkness
As the stillness bounces
Of the trees.
Only the silent tears roll
Quitely onto earths brown plain
where i carry
My rugged cross.
The shadows behind the tree beckon
Me to come
And there it slams in my face
The pain
The heartache
Help me please!
all the while the puppets
Keep on dancing
Reflecting a reality
That is not mine
Behind the shadows
But a reality that is mine
Before the shadows
Become one.
