Last and Least
I want to stay here as long as I can
As long as the money holds out
Recluded here a lost and lonely man
Secluded found in faith and doubt
I would like to believe I can hold on
I could never explain it to
Make any sense but when all this is gone
There will remain the echo of
Five generations one family's love
Of all those hopes so many knew
Of birth and death childhood and senescence
Wisdom and immaturity
Of courtship and marriage of me and you
Life death and immortality
Too much for me and so at last we fall
No excuses in my defense
The last and least the one to lose it all
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
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