There is a road,
It’s wide and long.
There’s many a song
That try to goad
Me to face God’s wrath
On that beautiful path.

There’s a hidden door,
A secret road – twisted,
Narrow, and unlisted.
One song, but not more.
It’s a hard climb up,
Death calling to give up.

One of joy, one of pain
Yet, which is it I’m to take?
On the Narrow, I’ll break.
Yet on the Beautiful Main,
However straight, won’t I
Eventually fall and die?

Although hard to find,
I know what to seek.
The Narrow’s door so meek –
For though many are blind,
I see the light, and I have hope.
I’ll not grab Beautiful’s rope.

Twisted and Narrow, or else I’ll hang.