I wish I could dig myself out of hell.
I feel I could if I find the right tool.
It's hot down here, my heart is not so well.
I burn in a tempestuous sad pool.
I wish I could climb a rope to heaven.
Ask God to answer all my prayers.
Talk to Jesus about my depression.
Does he hear me or Satan's thundering snare?
He beats my soul, a concerto of sin.
Strumming my heart strings; sounds of temptation.
The devil grins playing his mandolin.
A supernatural revelation.