Why didn't I look at those tracts I was given?
And why did I toss them away?
I'm trapped in this foul place forever, I guess.
In hopelessness here I must stay.
I'm sure that the message contained in those leaflets
Would have told me how I could be free
To live in that glowing and glorious world
Beyond this great gulf I see.
If I were a bird I might fly o'er this vale
And light on those gates that are pearled.
I plead for God's mercy-Oh just one more chance
To go from this miserable world.
My friends and my family don't know of this place
Where horror and evil abound.
I wish I could warn them with some of those tracts
I carelessly threw on the ground.
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