Cool Hand Luke

 

Prisoned in this dreary hole

That saps the strength of one's soul

Chains of this and that bind thee

And hold you back from what could be

 

Still your spirit will refuse

To be crushed, broken, nor to loose

The spark of life which hope brings in

And makes you rise and live again

 

We are knocked down and counted off

He's done, they say, and none's the loss

But as they turn their eyes away

You rise and run into hopes bright ray

 

A spirit that will not give in

Will rise, and fight, and rise again

And if, perchance, they take it's breath

Will rise again after flesh' death

 

We've beat him, vainly they may say

And proudly go their merry way

But souls that can't be crushed by men

Will shine the light of truth within

 

I choose to hope, though in a hole

That saps the strength of one's soul

The spark of life which hope brings in

Will bid me rise and live again



By Harold Gielow