As I was resting on her tummy
  I felt the world swirl.
  Tired from endless enigmas
  I was playing with her curls.
  
  A lot of time with pen and paper
  but not so much to show.
  I tried to tell my story
  but it made me feel so low
  
  There is time for repent.
  there is time to heal.
  For the thoughts I send , would probably appeal.
  
  I accused you for ambition , while I ruined my own.
  Romancing my sunset and mocking your dawn.
  Concerned with Jacks drinking while
  I tried to drown my thirst.
  At first I wanted to last , now at last will I be first.
  
  There is time for repent.
  there is time to heal.
  For the thoughts I send , would probably appeal.