Imwaiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time.
Cause at 5 oclock 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 that there is some sort of error.
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.
Somebody please tell me that Imdreaming,
Its not so easy to stop from screaming,
The words escape me when I try to speak.
Tears flow but whymI crying,
After all Imnot afraid of dying.
Dont I believe that there never is an end.
As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you".
If there is a God then why has he let me go?
As I walk all my life drifts before me,
Though the end is near Imnot sorry.
Catch my soul, its willing to fly away.
Mark my words believe my soul lives on.
Dont worry now that I have gone.
I have gone beyond to seek the truth.
When you know that your time is close at hand.
Maybe then you wi will begin to understand,
Life down here is just a strange illusion
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