Puppeteer

Am I destined to be your puppet? Will I ever be the puppeteer? Do I even have a chance to measure up? Or will I forever be drowning in my fears? You’ve captured me in your shadow I’ll always chase your ghost I’m a prisoner to who you used to be Maybe that’s what I miss the most. Follow me, I beckon To a higher grace I stand Forever lost in memories A faded heart in the sand.