• At hells door there are no others
    Just you and the demon that rains over destruction
    He is not red
    He has no horns or a tail
    He is not frightening or vicious in anyway
    He is not what you except from what you have heard
    He is not sly or tempting
    He is not evil or demented
    You walk closer to the so called demon and see
    He is nothing more than a fallen angel
    His wings are clipped and he lives in sorrow
    He is alone down at hells doors
    He is not what you excepted at all
    He is a frightened child in the darkness
    Waiting for his mother to hold him tight and show him the light
    He is a scared child having learned his lesson
    Waiting for someone to tell him it’s alright
    You look closer and see that he is crying a river of sadness endlessly into the abyss
    You realize he is not a demon at all
    He is just a lonely child wanting to go home
    Where the gates are pearly and golden
    Where his brothers and sisters fly high above in the clouds
    Where the sun is shinning brightly and where everyone is smiling
    And where his mother is flying high
    You walk away from hell’s door and know that in your heart the demon that rules over destruction
    Is nothing more than a lonely child waiting for the light