Prisoner of Pain
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Were he to open up his heart
For all the world to view
They’d find a bloody battlefield
Where victories are few
Inside the burning aftermath
The ruins there contain
Prepared for yet another round
A prisoner of pain
Before his wounds have time to heal
His sword is drawn again
His blood runs freely evermore
Or so it seems to him
For emptiness and loneliness
Have long been his domain
Imaginary shackles bind
This prisoner of pain
How great a debt must he repay
How many times repeat
His self-inflicted sentence
Unfulfilled and incomplete
How many bridges has he burned
How many still remain
How many battles yet await
This prisoner of pain
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