By spring hews
Where has the beauty gone from your
once beautiful face?
Has life treated you so unfairly? Stole your rightful place?
Turned your heart to stone?
Ransacked your golden throne?
Played the strings of your life untold?
Taken the spoils of ancients old?
Passed your home with a wink and nod?
Sold your soul, but not to God?
Embraced you with arms of fire?
Held your stare with Hells desire?
Can you rise from this descent?
Will you cry out,"I repent"?