The Crystal Staircase

A white tunic walked up to a staircase Pouring out celestial light in the stairway The light cascaded over the floor His eyes opened but he cant look forward no more Floor 7 out of 13 that was where he was locked Questioned bout the life he lived, that's when he was stopped The anonymous voice he cried toward Socratically pried more, emphatically eyes poured As he, realized his arrogant, erroneous ways He cried promising it won't be the same He hoped to regain his life while he prayed to Christ By doing some good deeds just to make it right Alright, I repent for all the lack of compassion I wish I had learned sooner then none of this would've happened my Lord Gimme one year approximately For the chance to redo things oppositely, please If you were, given a chance to win back your soul Would you, really change or just let it go We all, been given many chances in life If we don't, take advantage they'll be passin us by The next soul crawled in from a long line Said she had been waitin' a long time, it's all fine She ain't get why she was being judged She said she only did what she need to feed her son When the time of your death was growin' near You still sold ya body like overseer Knowin' clear that you were infected with AIDS While you coughin' to your grave now you left your only son as an orphan what a shame But I... give you props for not gettin' abortion You lose props not lovin' yourself more when I tried to teach you self-worth at birth But for whatever reason you rejected the church Evil lurks every corner don't give it a chance To get an advance, kill you or hinder your plans But I'ma put you back on Earth, just to make it right And see what you do with a second chance to change a life If you were, given a chance to win back your soul Would you, really change or just let it go We all, been given many chances in life If we don't, take advantage they'll be passin us by The last soul gave a kick 'til he broke the door He really didn't care what was goin' on, so of course He was the first to speak wit a causticness  Not understandin' Atheism had a consequence Its concernin' him like After all this... can you tell me what's the purpose of life Was it... bein holy... and servin you right By repeatin all them cliche proverbial lines I... shoulda' been perfect as a servant of Christ Nah... I was hurtin feelin worthless inside Now, God spoke to his son in a soft tone Starin' at his quivering jawbone his heart broke He replied: You didn't need to be perfect I care about what you doin', not how you look on the surface And I... cried for you, my only son died for you To make it right, I'm revivin' you - have faith If you were, given a chance to win back your soul Would you, really change or just let it go We all, been given many chances in life If we don't, take advantage they'll be passin us by