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by mike bullock

The path to heaven is narrow
The road to hell is wide
Which one that we set upon
Is for us to decide
You wobble on the tightrope
It's easy to fall off
You'll find that this is usual
You only have to cough.

Like a coal upon the hearth
Our heat and glow grows grey
All the peace that we once had
Seems to ebb away
Do we carry on in sin
Or do we see some sense
Climbing back upon the path
How could we be so dense.

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