Coffin And Stone

Could I but turn back the hands of time

Open new windows and make righteousness prime

Forget the pleasures that were so temporary

Fleeting happiness that brought me tragedy 

I would walk the narrow path and never away

Never veer to the side roads that led me astray

Always focused on what lies ahead

Not living for the fullness of a moment instead

Didn’t stop to think of what I’d done

Such a tragic lost when I could have won

That little “stone” I took impiously

Only brought eternal damnation on me

Now on reflection, here in my coffin as they pass me by

Ecstasy I sought wouldn’t be as pleasurable as blinking my eye!