"In flight.........in sight"

Sandstone pebbles
Rocks turned to glass
Pricilla wants another drink,
Squandered fortune she keeps
Hidden behind her ears
For Thee
For Thee
Rose came too late this sad day for Thee.

Bouquets presents
In hands quivering anew
Stained with tobacco rancidities
Gin on breath
Water on toast
A sad song awaited-----
Straining to play
And Rose---------------
Sad Rose came too late this day for Thee
For Thee-------
For Thee---------He cried-------
Rose came to late this day for thee.

And with hearts still wondering
Questing souls aright
She waited on spot
For Mercy
For Mercy
Rose ran quickly
Never the more on time
Love’s choice----------
Never too late,
Rose which came from Thee
------------to me----------------------
TO ME!!!!
Rose came this day from Thee.