Wind In the Willow Chimes

Come the if and when All that of me is to be left Can be placed or fit inside a coffin or an ashen matchbox May this i pray my final wish be That the prevailing winds Not only the storm i leave lesser But rather pass you over and bye And leave no trace behind But a picture perfect sunset For my loved ones to bask in and take in All of life's magnificence and glory Before it's gone And would gladly welcome a chilling breeze cutting a path right through you Any feeling at all even if that be pain or cause discomfort Anything but this the final ignominy that death has to offer Is regret , sorry wish i could have , should have Are currency that only be spent whilst amongst and on the living