I am but a prisoner in misery
Pain within and pain without
A struggle to defend my fragile body
To fight that which is unseen deep beneath my skin
No one heard the cries of violence taking place
If there was someone to listen to the tears falling on my
heart
I was a survivor and once again I am the victor
The blame lays by my side a dark and visible monster
I see in the nightmare of my day
There is no St George to fight my dragon
No magic patch to cure my ills
I am what I am, a prisoner trapped
Hanging by my own noose
Condemned by my wicked life, loveless and empty
Condemned by my wicked life, loveless and empty
