Earth crept in our shadow,
our voices soft and low.
Earth was all of her and me,
our souls afire in harmony.
Heaven mocked our little play,
it knew of dreams - they go away.
Heaven shut its knowing eyes,
predicting strained good-byes.
Hell is the home of those who wait,
who at the crossroad hesitate.
Hell is the dark place where I dwell,
its of that place I now do tell.