The Battlement

You keep your guard up at all times;
Your drawbridge tightly closed.
Your moat is filled with quicksand,
You prison self-imposed.
You hide behind your battlement,
Your parapet enforces
With cannon fire and burning oils
To use without remorse.
Your towers steep, too tall to climb;
Your walls are fortified.
Your fortress well-secluded,
You let no one inside.
Oh! Lonely soul, your sad refrain,
A prisoner's desperate song.
Until you loose your battlement,
You never will belong.

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