The String

The String


Life is like a kite ofttimes
Flying high and sometimes low
We are guided by a string to one
who guides us, and keeps us under control

So many would like to be
flying high, floating free
but the string will not allow us
to do it, you see

Cut the string! seems to be the answer
to find the freedom most desired
but others have tried, and now reside
In trees, in power-lines, expired

If only they had learned
that the destruction they had earned
could be avoided
by hearkening to the string master

For the string master wants us to be
flying high, floating free
by guiding us, by our strings
past the clouds
to heaven