Prisons
Prisons come in many forms
Some just don't have bars
Even the moon sits in prison
As it's guarded by the stars
Prison can be a broken heart
Not knowing which way to turn
Forgetting how to love again
Or maybe not willing to learn
Your prison can be your loneliness
As the silence tortures your mind
Waiting for that someone
Who you'll probably never find
Prison can be that secret
That you promised not to tell
Hiding your face from all who ask
Like a turtle in his shell
Prison can be your coffin
As you take your final breath
As they lower you in that lonesome grave
Your prison becomes your death
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