Lost
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 I 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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