In fact, there lives no man who hasn't thought,
about the final night he'll spend on earth.
To wonder if the ravage that he's wrought
depreciates his spiritual self worth.
The test which seems to firmly set apart
those souls with hope from those beyond repair,
is if, in truth, a man within his heart,
yet feels the precious tenderness of care.
It's love and love alone which keys the gate,
releasing Soul, to paradise explore.
No other force escapes the doom estate
to rise transfigured, joyous to the core.
To die with barren heart, transcends mere pain,
far worse to know, one's whole life was in vain.