Particular Interest

Intro: Ive followed these stories of wonder and of wealth but it lead me here to this darkness My greed and my vanity brought me down I was tempted by the snake and now my words burn begging for help Chorus: Holding my head under the vision The illusion – I think I am what I was but I have fallen down the rabbit hole tumbling down-losing my self – im alone losing the space, the place beneath me I am nowhere to be found this is my ending and my final farewell Verse 1: My head down, I walk in the rain thing about the fear of all the pain I crawl in the ashes seeing everything that could’ve been Ive learnt it the hard way Verse 2: Ive got nothing left to lose and everything to gain Im struggling and fighting through the fire oh the pain I will stand now, no more kneeling This one small leap will take my best but with music at my side I can still get up and fight Chorus 2: Holding my head under the vision The illusion – I think I am what I was ...

Is there anyone there, am I alone, Is this heaven, hell, it’s all unknown, Waiting for Godot, asks me why, That after the world war, number II, Did we lose faith, did we even try, Did we believe in Salvation or Damnation? Samuel Beckett’s text, an absurdist play, Makes us think in our own special way, That after the bomb, the cruelty, the madness, We waited and waited, for soon it became sadness, To witness simply, our own unknowingness, Was God there? Were we doomed from the start? In a cold war period people started to question, The existence of greater life, even their own position, For if there did exist a god, why did he let all this occur? Why did he not intervene, or is death what he would prefer? This religious uncertainty and waiting was beginning to deter, Even the strongest of believers, but religion still persisted and people still waited Vladamir says, when discussing “Our Saviour”, “Everybody. It’s the only version they know”, and I wager, T...

To the one that cared for us all: We want to thank you for helping us from the start, for being our year adviser but now we must part. You have stood by us through thick and thin, Even though we may have been troublesome but now we’re like kin. You’ve watched us grow smarter, older and wiser, but this could not have been achieved if you weren’t our adviser. We’ve had our ups and downs; our good and bad, But we will forever cherish the memories that we’ve had. But now we must say goodbye, adieu, cheerio, It’s now time for us to venture out; to go. Even though we must leave, as we grow older and bolder, We will never forget your nurturing nature, Ms Faulder. Your dedication and devotion to our year is much appreciated. Thank you for being there when we needed you most, Best Wishes, STHS Class of 2015 If you have a burning question, or would like to featured in some way in the "Ask them from me" segmen...