Dear, sweet young Evelyn.
I'm sorry
But God needs you
By his throne in heaven

Your time will be short
But you'll meet your parents
Your stay won't be long
Yet filled with love of all sorts

As I have watched over
Both Mom and Dad
So must I protect you
Even if it makes them sad

I'll save you from a fallen world
From pain and hurt
You'll never know anger and hate
Wickedness, Evil or Malice

Your life
Was not without meaning
You brought back unity
To a divided family

Above you'll be kept safe
From what man will put you through
The devil's hand
Will never lay a finger on you

Once again
Sweet Evelyn
I'm sorry
But it's time to go.

Before music was a poem—
Writ in an empty black book
And then a guitar played me,                      
The world was rung in stars,
Simple and real as spun light
On a staff of gold in the dark.

After— music was a poem,
Old as a birth from the lamb
And memories calling forth,
From landed dreams awoke,
Everything before led me on,
This journey into bright morn.

Everyday
is another struggle
Everyday
is when I wish it'd end

Then I think
of my best friend
He keeps me from
ending them once and for all

Everyday
is another of loathing
Everyday
is another of despair

He not only saved my life
He made it worth living
My best friend
I truly believe loves me

In our tine of war
You seized your chance
Left me in the hands
Of our enemies

Treachery against your comrade
Turning my own on me
Leaving me for dead

I never saw it coming
When you left me
At the gates of hell

But I'll return
You can not
Simply lock me away
I'll crawl back to hunt you down

I'll find you
Rob you of your joy
Leaving my misery on your shoulders

You know I'm coming
We'll meet again
At the gates of hell

You're in ruin
Not worth a dime
Or anybody's time
No longer in power

After twenty-five years
I've paid you back
With what you deserve

I'll leave you
Just as you left me
At the gates of hell