Fixing my attitude
Though it’s a wicked life
Cleaning in sweet sad solitude
My messes that brought strife

Why watch the rain under the shade
When I can dance in it?
It soon slows to a drizzle
Pit-a-pat pit-a-pat
It’s the sound of a life starting to fade

I’ve read about gravity
The nine planets, aliens and galaxies
Incase I’m ever trapped in space
On the top shelfs are books so dusty
’bout the devil, hell and it’s calamities
He’ll hnows I won’t read a phrase
My gaze is ethereal these days
Books about everything holy
God, heaven and grace ‘s a yes please
For they’ll wipe my soul of every trace

On my way home
Only good days I’ll recall
I’ll forget the enemies’ zone
‘Nd all who made me fall

It’s my final moments
Hear my last words
Anoint me clergies
And to those I brought torments
To visions I have blurred
My sincere apologies