In Hell thru Heaven

Beyond the barbed wire, beyond the dust
Way past the fallen tree and a rusty axe
Lies in solitude,the mind of a wanderer
Hidden deep in a body, battered and bruised

His only hope was a prayer,Just one to say
Forgot it all, the ways and the gods all gone
Heavens took pity, Hell denied an entry
He wandered free, his blood dried and eyes dead

Far across, was born a prayer full of hope
was not love, neither was it a call for help
He was born of her, her blood feeding his heart
His mother, A prayer for bringing him home

It did rain that day, the day he entered hell
Lived a victor and so did he die as one
Was pushed ahead in heaven, for he forgot his self
His tear, the last drop of a heavenly relieving rain