Marionette Although I've lost my youth, now I've recieved my freedom A dead leaf, rides on the breeze Silently flowing along Wishing for the sky, And overflowing with tears My eyes, only those are now finally free Even if God can see I haven't been forgiven by my prayers Even though I'm a Marionette I won't give up my soul Even if I take the pain of my sins, Someday I will return... To my homeland The forest and the animals, and the warm lives of humans These precious things of my mothers, yet everything I've harmed with my hands Piled up on with grief Despite ending as a marionette I won't give up on my life With saddness turned into magical power Someday I will protect My homeland Even though I'm a Marionette I won't give up my soul Even if I take the pain of my sins, Someday I will return.. To my Homeland The land that my mother made --- from The Violinist of Hamlin