You lived next door to me for years.

We shared our dreams, our joys, and tears.

A friend to me you were indeed,

A friend who helped me when in need.

My faith in you was strong and sure.

We had such trust as should endure.

No words between us ever rose,

Our friends were alike--and so, our foes.

What sadness, then, my friend, to find,

That, after all, you weren't so kind.

The day my life on earth did end,

I found you weren't a faithful friend.

For all those years we spent on earth,

You never talked of the second birth.

You never spoke of my lost soul,

And of the Christ who'd make me whole.

I'm lost today eternally,

And tell you now my earnest plea.

You cannot do a thing for me--

No words today my bonds will free.

But do not err, my friend, again.

Do all you can for souls of men.

Plead with them now quite earnestly--

Lest they be cast in Hell with me.

-- Arthur unknown