The Prisoner

The Prisoner


To be captured


Taken to a camp


To have a number


Be labelled like a tramp


The prisoner


Only fighting for freedom


Is taken and lined up


With the rest


No time for hunger


Or plotting escapes


When at any time


You could be put to rest


But then again


If you escape


You have a chance


To make it back alive


But they may come


And look for you


But you have got to run to survive


You are destined to stay alive


You’re not a prisoner


You’re a free man


Your heart belongs only to you


You’re not a number


You’re your own man


And your heart is with you


The click of the finger on the trigger


A shot rings out across the land


And a bullet from that evil finger


Will be crossing and looking out for you


No one said there’ll be no freedom


No one said there won’t be a home


To go to when this war is over


Live on you will


To tell this wondrous tale


But you’re recaptured


Brought back to the camp


Your lined up at a wall and shot


Your soul lifts up and you see yourself


Then your eyes open up


And you say to yourself


My life is over


It is done.