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Prisoners of War
My eyes are worn into the ground My ears are aching from hearing these sounds My mind still tells me I should run Instinctive clashes shoot the gun Feet are blistered on the grass Things I want can’t make this pass It’ll never be alright if I’m here As long as I’m alive there will be fear Soil is blinding still I dig Hands are bleeding for nothing Gravel spinning round and round For death, it’s here I’ll build my mound I’m a prisoner, I dig for god Bury myself and watch you nod I’m a slave to plagues but still I smile If I twitch I must run a mile I know that if I danced for you I’d get a cookie, get me through I know that if I tried to scream I’d end up waking in a dream I know that when I talk for you I get my water, but for who? I know that when I try to stand Shackles throw me, but where do I land? Prisoner to mind and soul They’re not mine, but still I go Build my chapel on a ridge Making sure there’s no bridge Afraid to tell you what you know The guards won’t ever let it show Keep a happy face before It gets worse and I get sore This is a war
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