The Second Coming

Save me when I am there,
Praise me when I am no where,
Bury me when I am gone.

Gone with the wind in the afterdark,
Wait in the midnight sun for the bark.
The afterdark place,
The windy mountain,
Give me solace,
No drill water fountain.
Farm and the bush where am I,
Talk to the creeps lonely sane,
Caught in the wire netted lane.

The holy man with his holy head,
Thought a lot for my daily bread,
He gave me place, gave me solace,
Made me live in his small cottage.
Got a hand to accompany,
Made me feel his own company,
Passing crops for the mans meal,
Switching over to the world’s deal,
It’s all the people’s deal.

Make him own,
Make him own the whole loan,
Wait in the afterdark place,
Due in the midnight sun,
Although I am not undone.