The simple truth,
the simple truth is
an illusion with no meaning
and though I search
though I search with torchlight,
it remains a mystery
for all time
and I carry on.
Don't tug my strings,
cut me free.
I'll learn new things,
cut me free.
I'll feel the grassy Earth
beneath my feet.
I'll use my mouth to speak
'cause I'm not a puppet,
I'm not a puppet on a string.
So many times,
so many times I let fear
close the doors that opened
though I could see,
I could see a life that
would have been worth living,
but they're gone
and I carry on.
And now I walk,
now I walk along
the trail of intuition
and I don't know,
I don't know where I am
going but I'm growing
there's no fear
and I carry on.