Once I strayed inside the park;

All alone with sin and dark,

Hoping God was there like me,

Behind a bush or willow tree.

There, I met a preaching man;

I had doubts in his plan;

But he had to be the light,

Because he made my darkness bright.

The Sabbath day let me serve;

Inside his church to observe,

That these devils walked around,

And made a mess of sacred ground.

And when he did take the floor,

I believed he could restore;

Or charm these snakes with his desire;

But I withdrew to be a liar.

Although the preacher never said,

The devil did get inside his head;

When he strayed into the park,

All alone with sin and dark.