And if Heaven closed her doors on me
Would I be real, Would I be free?
If heaven hung her head in shame
And chose me as the one to blame
Would earth take me back again
And accept me solely as a man
Or would it spit me out like rain
Peltering fiercely with disdain
Bury me ten feet underground
Until the bells of Hell do sound
And if Hell throws me overboard
What more hope could I afford
I know not when the trumpets play
I know not how my soul betrays
My spirit that doth whither soon
Under the gaze of a blood red moon
But still I am I exist
With the breeze and the mist
Feeling bittersweet and numb
Not knowing what I have become
Signed, Ria-Lou Vegas.