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Tools of Life
We are the tools of life
our hands worn to the bone
digging at this solid earth
this earth built as stone
Our small wooden hands splinter
as puppets we will play
forging our own destiny
from the fires and the clay
A barrier from freedom
silken minds hold no doubt
from another prison we flee
the next won't let us out
Pull our strings skyward
the where the Higher lay
yet to this rock we are bound
to this earth we stay
Within the heat we tire
these hands worked to the core
and when we fall, they'll drag us
to our feet for more
As small wooden peices
the pawns of life are we
moved from one place to another
no control of destiny
So we'll stand up to the Gods
and sever the bonds set
they'll watch on us with envy
a freedom they'll never get
And we'll build our own lives
mend our broken frames
no longer fear those fires
they've made us strong again
