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.