

PrisonerLong rows of men Marching in a single line All of us knowing when None of us dare to whinePrisoner
Arms carrying their guns Helmets on their head Missing their sons They're waiting to be lead
Dirt covered faces Souls longing to be free But stuck in their places I'm one of the we
In this war We are prisoners Our uniforms bar For we are soldiers


PuppetLimp limbs hang from their sockets Lifeless eyes point away from the sun Thin strings lead from small pockets Her life is an unfunny punPuppet
Painted red lips White muffled hair Tattered clothes hanf off her hips Wooden frame never given care
Dirt covers her dress A faded smile on her face The soft wind would caress She had permenantly lost her case
Behind she was left Longing for the gentle carpet Owners hoping of a theft For she is just a puppet.
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I'm insane....even if you don't see it.....but you'll be my friend any way....won't you?
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I'm insane....even if you don't see it.....but you'll be my friend any way....won't you?
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