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.