Within this so called cage that I'm in,
I know where my place in this world is.
I've never had anywhere to run,
without the Communist hand reaching out
so as to stop me from where I wish to go.
Seeing everyone else's life so bleak,
I only want to help all.
But am only alout to help those under
a Communistic command.
I might be in a cage
but I know where I am.
I might be in a cage
but I know where I've been.
I might be in a cage
and I don't know where I'm going
but the Communistic hands reaching over me,
they do.
And that's really all that matters,
in a military world.
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