Last Will and Testament

Late one night I was lying awake I was thinking of what Langston Hughes had said I heard the birds of the morning rousing Birds of prey in my heart I was thinking Home is a raisin field A raisin field is calling me Home is a raisin field Oh raisin field You're calling me In the middle of a hiding hole I was surely wakened by the thing I know It had the shape of a shadow a-nearing Clouds of mystery round it were clearing Home is a raisin field A raisin field is calling me Home is a raisin field Oh Raisin field calls to me I'm balanced on the razor edge Hanging on by the skin of my teeth In my heart the walls have been broken All around the silence is aching Centerstage is a memory or two My last will or a testament to you Hope is a razor hedge A razor's edge calls to me I fear I know the things I hope