I once went where she was
I took the road for lust, and not for love,
The road I took was on the other side
It was not narrow, but very wide.
I took her hand and there we strolled
Then my future began to unfold,
There I began to judge and began hating
There is where I met Satin.
That road she had taken many times before
And she'll probably take it many times more,
That road was full of rocks and holes
And also, many lost and sad souls.
Walking that road I finally got tired
For goodness and love I was not once inspired,
So, I returned to where I had originally started
Happily from me, she then departed.
If the strait road I had never left
Then God Almighty I would not had ever met,
Instead I went where the other road led
There I had met the Devil instead.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem