Sitting by myself knowing what wrong I had done Trying to think how I could go back and change just one I thought and thought, but knew there was no way What all I had done, was going to stay
The guilt, the stricken feeling"What have I done?" I exclaimed while kneeling Why couldn't I have made one right choice in life? Why did I not listen to the pastor's wife? She called me and told me about the plain of salvation But every time, I had given them no alternation I thought there was no hell, and everyone went to heaven Jesus died for me, but now I have to suffer my affliction For I have died, and now in hell I'll burn There is no where now I can turn.
