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PRISONER OF WAR
(Ian M. Bruce)

There's a dark island sitting on the horizon.
It's high palm trees span the setting sun.
The ripples are taking the fiery skies for a ride.
But I'm cold inside.

Colours of picture postcard paradise,
But reality is freezing me like ice.
I'm lying here face down in the grass
And my outlook is grim.
Freedoms chance is slim.

I've got a gun in my hand.
As I stare at blood red sand,
And pray" God let this war end.
My life's my friend".

Let me see that old urban skyline,
Where the smoggy hue mingles with the grime,
In that old city scene where life seemed so mean,
There's none to compare,
Let me be there!

Take this gun from my hand,
Can't you understand when I pray,
"Let this war end.
My life's my friend".

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from Annie Laurie (e​.​p​.​), released June 1, 1997

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