I enter the room, the waiting room,
but they must have been mistaken,
because they've ushered me into a place
I surely don't belong.
Though the walls are plain, and the pictures hang straight,
I find myself quite shaken,
because something here,
is very very wrong.
In the corner, there's a girl
her clothes leave little to the mind,
and beside her is a man
who hugs a dumpster when he sleeps,
They're both huddled over a Bible
and they just don't seem the kind
just like this room don't seem the place
for a person such as me.
I see a high school drop out
make an alcoholic friend,
and they're reading over scripture
and it just doesn't make sense.
And to my relief, I see
that in the corner there's a preacher
but he's talking to an addict
and so I like this room even less
There's a steel door on one wall,
imposing over the warm paint
and one by one, these people's names
are called to enter in
and surprised, I hear my name called
and my heartbeat's slightly faint
so I turn the steely doorknob
as a shiver claims my skin
The little room is empty
except for a table, and a man
and he motions me to sit
and so I tentatively do
and he pulls out a file
and I don't quite understand
and silently he reads the things
I suspect he already knew
After what seems like ages,
he closes up the file
and as if he's waiting,
he quietly watches me a while
and as I twiddle my fingers
He asks me if I know why I'm here
and since I haven't the foggiest
I shake my head and smile.
"Do you know who I am?" he asks
and I stare at him unsure
and finally, when I draw a blank
I ask him if I should
and then he tells me sadly
that he wishes that I had
but I didn't take the chance to
get to know him when I could.
And then I ask whats in the file,
and he tells me its my sin,
and ashamed, I ask him why he kept
a record of my wrongs
and he looks me in the eye
and he says he died to cleanse them
but I never did accept him
so the silence then prolongs
Warily, I look to see
a pen with dark red ink
and another stack of files
that he signed with his name
and I ask him if his name
could ever be on my file
but he says that my ransom
is too late now to claim
I exploded out in anger
"Does the homeless and the whore
get your signature on files
that are so much worse than mine?
Will you really pay ransom
for those that are worth nothing
and then refuse to pay for someone
much more worth your time?"
He answered back with sad eyes
"They are something to me
and I'll pay the ransom for its
what I said I'd do
because they may have lost their way
but they gave me their time,
and I love them no matter what they did,
just like I loved you"
In shock, I was reprimanded
as my file was then signed
by another man who joined us
who had fire behind his eyes
and he turned to the other
and he said "I've won this one"
The other man cast him away
and as he did, I saw him cry.
This judgement day was sealed
the minute I had judged
and my eternity was measured
by a choice I didn't make
And now I see I missed out on
so many I could have loved
and now I'm left to demons,
for the hand I didn't take.
