Winds

Winds

Behold, the winds, a tempest blows,

Back and forth plays the tug of war,

A tug of war for all our souls,

So through Hell’s gates or Heaven’s door?

Which one is to choose?

Well let’s count the difference.

For one you pay your dues,

The other you pay your deference.

For one is pain on Earth,

For the other is pain in afterlife.

For one is a warm hearth,

For the other is everlasting strife.

So as I walk into the void,

I know my choice is clear, at end.

And my choice cannot be destroyed,

So I greet death as an old friend.