The Last
By Peter Scott
Among the living
I walk
But my soul remains bare
Cold and driven
Out from the storm
Left someplace cool
Silent
Oh God
Please may you defy me
Live there
Birds chirping a song
Land so lush green
A dry mist whose form is of soup
Nothing is left for me
I would kill myself
Were not for their teachings
And the hope
The hope of seeing them again
I know we have sparred before
Had our differences
felt the price of failure
Met by the jubilance of success
Even cried together
But please God
Only should you be true
Coming times of wealth
Asking for greedy perfection
Consistency not be my suit
Tell me they are safe
Take care of them oh Lord
Never but a moment did we meet
Until now you were distant space
The eye turned to the honeymoon
Give me not the gift
Show those who believed how wrong I am
For they loved you
Always caring for me
My dearest and my furthest
The tablets to my life
Walking underground I thought
Stone could not break
Yet it has
Rubble under my blasphemous feet
Don't come to torment
Telling me I am alone
They were there
Now
Holding the pedestal to you...
Have them forget me
Let all love for me drain
Yet God
The one I defy
Keep the candles burning
So the light may show the way.
