I was the last
Reading the news
Reaching for lies
From words telling truths
Searching the light
For something of use
I was the last
Just longing to stay
Where I am alone
Away from the grave
Hiding within
An outward display
Where does it lie?
Near to the eyes
Search under stone
Or between you and I
I was the last
To travel the road
Gray at my back
Burdened by gold
Stumbling forth
With no one to hold
Where does it lie?
Near to the eyes
In homes on the shore
Or in hands to the sky
I was the lucky one
I was the lucky one
I was the lucky one
Till I was alone