Water trickles over a dried up brook
Into a stream of boiling water down into the deep
Where this goes we may never know
It’s the road we call “less traveled”
But what about those souls that have to burn their feet?
What about the children who can’t keep up to the beat?
Not only do lost souls find themselves falling further into the deep
The light on the other end is getting harder to see
And, at one point they had a chance to turn back
But chose the path “less traveled” to see what was in the black
Soon they become weary and try to rest
But, the boiling water will not let them stop
They must keep moving to the sounds of the drums
Some fall off into the water, boiling away into nothing
And, some, some make it to the end of the brook
To meet the man to take them across the River Styx
This is where the journey ends for those souls who refused redemption