Beware of the upper hand, That influence us with a slave strand. All it takes is a cut To break ourselves free. We are all our own destiny makers Is what everyone should see.
Not a puppet anymore,
No, I have woken up.
You can’t make me dance
To your tunes, not anymore.
The strings that you hold,
To control me, I am severing it.
Not a puppet no more,
No, I surely have woken up.
No more a puppet will I act
in the name of ‘destined to be’.
With one’s deeds man can change
even the pre-destined.
Responsible will I be to watch my thoughts,
words and action and take back control
to re-do and correct my wrongs..
I may not get the Un-done results,
but will certainly rectify the damage,
Don’t be a mere puppet of destiny.
Cut the strings that hold you back
Let yourself free
and have your own identity.
Cut the string rebuild your self and resume your life