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+Standing by the window, dreaming of what never will be.
-Oft' times I feel a prisoner, trapped inside these bars
+Realizing all that's been lost, and knowing what is to be.
-I cannot free myself from them
+You hear the cell doors open, you know it's not your turn.
-I pull at them, they will not bend
+The Green Mile always beckons, calling, calling still.
-They will not come ajar
+The lights they flicker from far above, another inmate long gone.
-My soul is the prisoner
+Until next rolls down that rode that The Green Mile just happens to pass along.
-My body
+What one must think along that walk, many things I do suppose.
-The bars
+Of simple talks, and simple walks or a card game from long ago.
-Freedom lies beyond this life
+Questions sometimes linger, do we regret or pray to him?
-Where peace and calm prevail
+I say some may, not me I'm no fool.
-Yet I feel I must make the best of my captivity
+For when that Green Mile comes a calling, and the cell doors open for me,
-For it is true
+No god of mine or any other, can change the fate befallen me.
-I have much love in this "my little cell"
-Tis' also true there are times it closes in on me -
-But love is my companion -
-And my security
+It's when I walk down the Mile that my wish may just be, for the mile to go on until it leads me to the sea.
-Welcome... to the Cell!
+There is no heaven or hell there, just miles & miles of sea.
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+And I can be content knowing he's forgotten me.
-(Created by templar654 on 08-24-2004 04:37)
+Although it may be foolish, it is my wish to be,
+I'll just keep dreaming that somethings will always be.
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+Death Row
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+This area has been occupied by templar654
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+(Created by templar654 on 08-24-2004 04:37)
+(Edited by templar654 on 08-24-2004 04:40)
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