The Last Lie - (Soprano and Piano)

"The Last Lie" by Grace Kenyon

The last lie we might believe

Is that dark clings tighter

Then mist in the morning

That he is our only friend

The last goodbye before the candles 

In the window are blown black

And the cold earth rises to meet us

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But then we'll see it was not the dark

We tried to escape - that light was the given

The starting point, the uncut fabric, the seed

Like being located on search predicates

Being bathed in light

And autumn leaves glow

As I sit in shadow

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Shadow, which is, after all, a side effect

Which lasts only the length of an orbit

So that when spinning surrenders

To stillness - the last lie

Is wiped away 

By the same sleeve

That dries the last tear

On our cheek.