But one day I pulled the arm, tried to break it in half
the devil himself in his fires had a good laugh
“he said ask God for mercy and say ‘bless us all day’,
how can you let a person that precious go away?”
I was sentenced to guilt for a long time
All my powers stripped off, but I could still rhyme
And like my rhymes I sought to keep it simple and plain,
And I promised I won’t hurt anyone ever again.
The pit had gotten deeper and I had a big doubt
There was no way that I could help myself out
So I cried for the arm that I had tried to hurt
First to hand this poem, then to pull me out this dirt.
No one had tried to ever help me come out previously
And so I now swore to take some vows ever so seriously.