I placed my collection of failures In a big box of regret. Then I adressed it to The devil. The one I blame for all my debt Like cash on the barrel head It was time for me to give him his due. And throw in for free The memories Of the good I didn't do. The first example of losin' I packed into a bundle of years. Strategically placed it in The corner. Cold and dampened by my tears. Then I sealed it up with a soft prayer. No one heard but Jesus and me. I dropped the box into The fire How beautiful ashes can be. How beautiful The ashes can be. How beautiful The ashes Can be. How beautiful The ashes can be. How beautiful The ashes Can be.