Enter by the narrow gate.
It is a hard road that leads to life.
I will always be disobediently late
To the sweet call of your summoning fife.
The road to perdition is wide.
And how easy it is to take it.
How difficult it is to decide.
My selfish will rises like a storm-tossed kite.
But it is true that few always follow that narrow road.
Surely I can forgive myself if I wander.
Fate is a river fast flowed.
And life flows not straight but in directionless meander.
So I just hope to start on the narrow way.
I make no promise I can my selfish will aside lay.