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I'm NOT a puppet on your strings
     To dance at your command.
You'll NOT get me to live my life
     By the movement of YOUR hand.

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I'm not your doll, not owned by you
    Or other human beings.
When others see me in this world,
    It's ME - that's who they're seeing.

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I'm not a puppet on YOUR strings,
     An extended part of you.
I have my own clear gifts from God 
     And others see these too.

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I’m not a pot, moulded in clay, 
    Crafted by you alone:
I’m me, just me, my own true self –
    Not something you can own.

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I've discovered, in this life of mine,
     My own distinctive strengths 
And, although I'm glad to have you there,
     I'll keep you at arm's length.

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You also have a life to make.
     DON'T tell me what to do,
For my freedom's mine and mine alone.
     I'm a free soul just like you!

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