Charles Ireland - Poem 30 – Is Trust The Final Question lyrics

As you look toward your heavenly gate You land a question for your mate Who can you trust Who can you trust As you look toward that funeral pyre You land a question for your mate Who can you thrust Who can you thrust As you look toward that lonesome road You land a question for your soul For whom the bell would toll For whom the bell would toll As you now consider your lifelong mate You land a question Is it hate For what have we become For what have we become As your final question hangs in time You ask your maker for a sign Who am I now With him or her And how How have we gotten to this place Where both of us Do hear our fate Why is it that my cries of fear have left me now And their cry of fear has grown some how Why do I trust My mate and maker now with me I see this all so clearly That is it For not is it Who can I trust But now It is I MUST TRUST