Hope
The time had come for him to let go
The time for him to give up and say no
But his heart still pumped life And hope
He wouldn't simply give up his rope
Another man hangs steadily on the line
But he is sure to let go sometime.
For how long can a man hold on
between heaven and hell,
Wailing the same old song
He held on fearfully with all his life dearly
As his life played before his eyes clearly,
He slipped a little and he felt the heat
Heat from the sulfur and brimstone of hell's pit
And he prayed for a hand to hold him up
Before he could fall in a eternal nap
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