I am the string puppet

I am the string puppet
Who has all her strings cut

I am in the middle of a frozen lake
And the ice is getting thinner

I am blindfolded with my hands tied on my back
So I can't pull off the blindfold

I am the wanderer after nightfall
And I did not reach the shelter yet

I am the traveler in the middle of the desert
And have no water left

Nobody moves me
No step is safe
And I can't see

I don't know where to go to reach shelter
I don't know where to find water
So there seems no reason to go on

But there must be a reason, there must be
Somewhere in my heart I must find a reason
As I have to go on
As I have to get back