A child sits among his lifeless toys
For he cannot play with the other boys
Imagining all that he can do
With his little plastic crew

Old and worn there is G.I Joe
Going in the couch like a commando
Rolling out it’s Optimus Prime!
Getting set up for our little tea time.

Oh No! A wild stuffed Pikachu appears!
He is here to wipe away my tears?
Racing by here come Speed Racer!
Overtaking my feet as the chaser.

He uses his foot to move the figures
For he is the one of the puppet masters
He has strings that holds them down
Yet he still falls to the ground

His toys laugh as he tumbles
While his life starts to crumble
The avalanche struck him with boulders
So he cannot lift the weight off his shoulders

In resistance he springs to his feet
For his life is still uncomplete
But yet, he had to pay the price
And now he lives in his toy paradise 

He goes to the window and gets a view
Of a boy’s new bike debut
“Look at me mom! No hands!” he screams
Yet he has something that I only see in dreams

“I wish I had what the others kids own
While I sit here all alone”
“For there are no hands
In where I must stand”

Can you take my hand?