Prisoner of His Own Heart
this wounded man he took a stand
and forever chained his heart
she took his hand this wounded man
promised her love was true
her love was heaven sent
from God himself above
but his heart was heavy
with chains that bind
this wounded man
he walked away
left her weary and broken
this wounded man
he didn’t know
that truer words
were never spoken
this wounded man
he could not see
the love he had forsaken
yet her heart and soul
he had taken
this wounded man
he could not see
her undying love was meant to be
this wounded man
has grown so old
and now he is left
so all alone
this wounded man
he thinks of her
and his heart it gives a stir
this wounded man
he thinks of her
the love that could have been
a tear streams down
his wrinkled face
memories of her
in his clouded mind
as once again he is reminded
of the love he left behind
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