Somewhere beyond reason is the me that you have lost.
One who asks no questions and simply tempts the hand of fate.
Your last chance, your one real hope, no matter what the cost.
Though some have come between us, while wounded hearts around us tossed,
I have come back and then back again, with no judgment, always willing to wait.
Your last chance, your one real hope, no matter what the cost.
While others shuffle by in a death parade, far beyond any line I’ve ever dared to cross,
I am like your Virgil, loyal and true, a tortured soul, sadly born too late.
Your last chance, your one real hope, no matter what the cost.
Scores of others have opted out, but like a haunting etching you remain embossed,
In and around the corners of my heart, never knowing if I’ll ever rate,
Your last chance, your one real hope, no matter what the cost.
The prover, the fighter, your champion through the stinging frost,
Your refuge on lonely winter mornings, the kind you love to hate.
Your last chance, your one real hope, no matter what the cost.
I live in the shadows of your deepest reverie, like a dewy memory glossed.
Believe in me again today and forever mark this date.
Your last chance, your one real hope, no matter what the cost.
©Copyright 2001 by John L. Fischer