People with no faces
Gather in their sleep
Being entertained
By secrets that they keep

These puppets pull
Each other’s strings
And weave the fabric into our dreams

Wishing for a better future
But clinging to the past
Not knowing where they’re going
But they have to get there fast

A voice cries out among them
It says, “I’ll lead the way”
Stumbling through the darkness
The voice soon fades away

Will you be one who follows
Or will you lead the way
Will you stumble through the darkness
Will your voice soon fade away

© November 1993
William Grant Preston

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