I wrote this song in response to a series of events, back in July, about five months into my Mother's illness which, after months of not seeing a doctor, she eventually learned was a combination of diabetes and congestive heart failure (along with what my wife and I suspect was some rather pronounced psychiatric problems). My wife sang the song with myself accompanying her, one time, in front of a small crowd at a local coffee house in September. Our church's rector was in the crowd and was floored by the song, which I took as a great compliment.

On the morning of November 15, two days after her sixty-eighth birthday, my Mother passed away at 3:30 am. Apparently, she had a life-long fear of doctors and medication (that I was unaware of), and her death could probably have avoided if that had not been the case. If you have a loved one with such fears, I urge you to encourage them to get the help they need, be it from a medical or a psychiatric professional.

I don't anticipate anyone ever hearing this song, again, but thought I'd share the lyrics with you. Hope you enjoy it...


Last Thing Left

Child of mine with the fate of us all
Held in your head and your hands
Don't be mislead by the wireless blitz
To think that no one understands

Love of mine with the demons that you face
Relentless, by night and by day
Recall you don't have to withstand them alone
Help is a conversation away

Chorus

When you've weathered the storms of the darkest night
And railed at the heavens above
When you've listened for the whisper that comes in its wake, saying
"The last thing left is Love."

Parents of mine facing the autumn of your years
Angry and afraid of what you face
Don't forget the endless summer you shared with it's rain
A season that was granted by Grace

Repeat Chorus

Bridge

Father of mine with your face so grim
Will you take this cup away from me?
The watches of the night pass me quickly by
If it's your will then so shall it be

Repeat Chorus