Each morning his face flushed as he remembered the boy's words, "I want that shovel. It's just like yours." And each morning he fell to his knees, extended his arms, then plunged his hands into the ... [+]
When a heart would speak its piece,
Yet that word would rend and leave broken
How do you do things that shouldn't be done?
When a hand would go to action rash,
And put all kind feelings on the run
How do you be something that shouldn't have been?
When a man would take the world's course,
To the shadows of the devil's glen
How do you choose a choice that shouldn't be chosen?
Only by mistake or folly, transgression or sin,
Only by choosing to let Lucifer win