Andrew B. Floyd or the Last Stand

ANDREW B. FLOYD (1940-2003) OR THE LAST STAND

However much I fight for my way

I get entangled in your dismay

A web of dark thoughts and ill-feelings

A beast to suck you dry when you’re aching

A ray of light could burn it all down

Sweet the despair as it melts away

A kiss on your forehead to smooth your frown

A loving gesture to free you from disarray

Wind through the land

A rock into sand

It’s hard to understand

Is this your last stand?

Everything's forever moving

Changing our lives away

Nothing's eternal here but craves

To outlive a world in a universe that stands still