The ferry
that transported souls
Way across
the river
Was
anchored in the harbor
Where
anyone would shiver
Who saw it
through the mist;
It would
be tough denying
Your name
was on the list,
O Pussycat
Afflicted,
Like one
despised by God
And from
His sight evicted
With one
swing of the rod of damnation;
If on the
boarding list
My own
name isn't found
May the
ferry that transported souls
Way across
the river
Halfway
run aground
Rather
than my grieving heart
Be utterly
torn apart.
