When you’re in a pit dark and deep
sleep is not sound, and inner sound doesn’t sleep
when an arm comes to help, you should just stretch it,
you be the one to worship it, you should just embrace it.
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.