While they listen
I say: I belong to the ground
While they control my days
I look around
While my mind stagnates
I still believe
While I'm like this
I'll imagine, I'll be the last
I thought I was the last
I thought I was the last
In a contact with you, I sense
I'm back to survival
In contact with a defense
I find an arrival
In contact with one who is sick
I perceive others in the cycle
In contact with my missed peace
I know I won't be the last
I thought I was the last
I thought I was the last
I thought I was the last
I thought I was the last
The last
I thought I was the last
I thought I was the last
