The Corridor

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Sister Mary stepped into the corridor

Just in time to see the junkie cryin’ out in pain.

He hadn’t had a score in days, and

Spitting up his blood he cried, “Your presence is in vain.”

Sister Mary called upon the Lord

To help this man by ridding him of this frightful shame.

Angels thus descended and so

Bore him up to heaven; and he thought he’d gone insane.

“Set me down I’m freakin’ !!”

he cried, as his life began to flash before his eyes.

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Voices cried out to him, singing,

“Happiness is never found through needles in a vein.”

One voice he did recognize,

And looking up he saw his mother, teardrops in her eyes.

“Come to me, my son,” she cried,

“and promise me you’ll find a way to remedy your ways.”

And he cried, and cried, and

Looked up to find the light growing dim in the corridor;

Sweat was on his body, he lay in puke upon the floor;

In his pocket was a needle, but he knew that, death it bore.

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Sister Mary thanked the Lord

And bowed to pray, and as she spoke she heard, the needle, break.

Sweat was on his body, he lay in puke upon the floor;

In his hand a broken needle, in his eyes, lived life once more.

 

Life once more… life once more…

Life once more… in the corridor…

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Sister Mary stepped into… the corridor…