I started to pen br The clock ticked again br My heart beat again br Pain tangled my brain br My mind is going insane br All my hard work was in vain br Life gave me no gain br My heart was filled with pain br When am I going to die? br I want to reach up high br But there, I could only lye br All I could do was say was good-bye br I wanted the chain to untie br I wanted to fly like a butterfly br But I was jus allowed to cry br No one was near br No one was there to hear br All I had was fear br Seconds are slipping away br My mind is becoming clay br I was near death; halfway br God, did I disobey br To do you something, did I ever delay? br Then why is this happening to me? br Everything is going far br Farther than I can reach br Am I going to die? br The clock ticked again br The hand was near 12: 00 br There, my death clock was hung br I was not, to die too young br One more minute for me; br For me to stand in this atrocious world br I took that time to plea br Then, br Everything around me swirled and twirled br As my death clock ticked 12: 00 br And there I stood, knocking on heavens doorbr br sania harrisbr br