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.