Bed of Stone

You laid them down on a cold bed of stone

Your choice was a knife and you drove it home

You sacrificed health and home on the altar of selfishness

A cold bed of stone

Turning your back and making that choice

Put your fear on display and gave doubt a voice

Indifferent, uncaring, cold-hearted, and shameless

You turned and ran, regardless of who it destroyed

So lie down in your bed, cold and alone

You chose it yourself, you carved it from stone

A coward's call, at immeasurable cost

Paid not by you but by years of youth lost;

Unbothered by shame and any sense of remorse

You've never looked back at all of the pain that you wrought