Jim's Lament

Jim sends his best

It's off Jim's chest

Because he's sent his best

Jim sends his best

The guilt's off his chest

He says we're blessed

And to get some rest

Masquerade my fears

Lacerate my need

Contemplate my feet

I'll sit and stair and

Ride the miles from my chair

Gauge my speed by the number of flares

Sent to locate and guide me there

I am leaving but the frostbitе still remains

Jim sends his best

Pinnеd to his chest

Guilt tests his best

Jim sends his best

And tonight he'll rest

Because he's done his best

Pinned to his chest