I'm still here.
Don't let my age fool you,
The troopers said I caused the nation trouble...
Which nation?
Just Scotland?
Nae...
All those who run from the Truth that eats them inside.
The killing times continue...
Trying to bury the Way,
But they don't know it just becomes a seed
That grows without work
And thrives in opposition.
You can't hang the Life into the past
My head still thinks
My hands still work
Beyond the Edinburgh grass market
Beyond the Covenanters influence,
Look over your shoulder
I'm still here.
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