The Last Judge

I slipped and stopped thinking

And for a minute I went deaf.

And soon I will be gone,

And all of the crying

Will come to an end real soon.

But now that I fell

I turn to the land with one ear

Now, a tear forms in my eye.

 

All of the wonderful things

That happen to everyone else

Will soon stop to breathe the air

Of their actions of old for good.

I like making my friends laugh,

As long as I am not hurt

By the criticism and strength

Of the pats on my shoulders.

 

I was in a hurry that day

Well, I did not slow down.

As soon as the show was done

I took off and took a breath,

And so the story must end

Where it all somewhere else began.

As well as the grass is green

My own story, so it seems.

 

And what of the beautiful birds

That walked up and down the lane,

And all of the raptors crawled

Along the blue black brick wall.

Who was it that remarked

That everything must fade?

The nightingale and thrush

Sang a song, slept and stayed.

 

Whenever I visit his lands

Of the Celtic breed and dance

The wishing well at the end of the road

Repels my wish with a snore.

I did everything you asked,

Hunted my dear own fears down.

Whenever I turn to the land

Now, a tear forms in my eye.

 

I slipped and stopped thinking

And for a minute I went deaf.

And soon I will be gone for good

And all of the crying

Will come to an end real soon.

But now that I fell

I turn to the land with one ear.

Now, a tear forms in my eye.