Hallowed be thy name
I’m waiting in my cold cellwhen the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time
Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there’s some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
It’s not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don’t believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If there’s a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I’m not sorry
Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don’t worry now that I have gone
I’ve gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you’ll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
Some of you may be wondering why I have started in such a strange fashion and starting my post by these lyrics. Couldn't I come up with some original idea of my own? Well then i would say may be you have missed some point. May be Ted will come up with some good points as he had done so magnificiently in colloquim. But as time is running out I will quickly sum up and say - we are waiting in cold cell named BTIS for Class commitee meeting and these lyrics looked quite suitablle for the occasion.
posted by Rohit Jain @ 3:18 AM
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