Pigpen

You have reached your pigpen
A place that you have sought
By being lured by worldly ways
Your morals have been bought
Now you wallow in the mud
Consumed by darkness deep
You are heading for the place
Where fools and lemmings weep.

Prodically, there is a hope
It's really not too late
Turn your back on who you are
It's you who holds your fate
Father wants to welcome you
Come back out of the cold
Fall into His outstretched arms
If you would be so bold.