the sky was grey as i found my way
from tree to tree, too and fray
i wondered my fate as i wandered about
looking to heaven, my head must be clouded
god not considered and faith not founded
for a hole before me unnoticed had opened
and my soul, burned, singed and battered
fell straight to hell where eternity waited.
it was happiness and joy, no sorrow to be had
no cold heaven for me... boy was i glad.