My Last Hope

When the ocean is a lonely tide,
across the sandy beach.
When the wind is cold and high,
far from everyone elseâ??s reach.

When the shadow is a missing,
When everyone has given up wishing,
I will be there with my last hope
Then shall they come, shall they come
For my precious stone of hope.

But who will come (even though I wont give)
A child? A brother? A husband or wife?
A giver, a wisher, a hoper of life?

The loss of a sister? A friend or a foe?
To enter my land with evil in toe.
They will say to me: Give me hope.
The wish that will lead them to the rope.

But hope is nothing
If used for the bad,
Like cheerless tears are useless
If nothing is sad.

So I will ask to them directly:
If death with his black eyes
Takes me far away from here,
Who will come rescue me?
Who will fight my fear?

Not the child, not the brother;
Not the husband or the wife.
Not the loser of a sister, not the hoper of life.
Not a giver, not a wisher, not a friend or a foe.

So who will come rescue me?
When the world has given up the show?

May 25, 2006

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