John Wesley Last Man By Your Side
So we stay
at morning they come
she was gone at the first sign of trouble
see how she runs
then you're paralyzed
her silhouette in light
and she's dancing on your grave
The sunrise breaks
what's done is done
the wind blows cold through your bones and you
see how they run
when you're trice denied
and you're paralyzed
I'll be the last man by your side
All of your castles may crumble
and your ministers may lie
I will still be standing
I'll be the last man by your side
