You heard people say it’s a place some go
That it’s a place for the unsaved
That it’s a place of constant burning
Some say this is true and some don’t know
But what if you’re living in it
You’re fighting, fusing and not getting alone
You’re giving up, you’re giving in
And nothing seems to work or fit
What if hell was somehow a feeling
That kept you from rest or sleep
What if hell was somehow a feeling
That kept you from the food you eat
You ask why things are this way
But find no answer for it
You sit and wonder and try to figure it out
But soon realize you have to just pray
If it seems like you’re fighting like hell
To come out of and thru
Keep going; keep your head up in this hell
And my lord will see you through
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