As I lay here underground
With bones, dirt and bugs all around
I wondered why I ever frowned

To think that I was once above the earth
With ego, clothing and jewels as my girth
That life material and without worth

I missed what really mattered
The way the wind made the trees chatter
The animals around me with their paws a-patter

If I could just take things back
And give away the wealth I never lacked
Then I could’ve had a heart less black

As a lonely, rotting corpse I lie
In a deep hole waiting to fully die
For beyond my body my spirit still cries