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Joseph Smith

Building towns out of nowhere and churches that live with testimony You can't get what you want but you made the word of God breathe in the desert like a living rose and you were the medicine that became the medicine man Who met the lord. Looking out upon the face of a golden dream. Do you remember the stick game, Joseph? You were strong and bright. You were a mystic the melancholy passage of time could not dim Though in the end. It tried. When you were young you used magic stones to find treasure for farmers on their land I am not sure but I think you knew that each year there is a silent day the anniversary of your own death I think you could feel it I think you could feel alot of things You knew that one day The men will come with faces painted black Kids with guns come to end your life. An inside job. A requiem for a dream The Book of Abraham And a prayer of Breathing In the afterlife Do you see the Rosetta stone standin

He Can Miss Her Just The Same

He has missed her in the forest while he showed her all the flowers and the branches sang the chorus as he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree And she was somewhere being free. There's a man who sent a letter and he's waiting for reply He writes: Wish you were beside me. We can make it if we try. He has seen her at the office. With her name on all the papers. With the sharing of all the profits. He will find it hard to shake her from his memory. And she's so busy being free Now there's a lady in the city and she thinks she loves them all there's the one who's thinking of her and one who sometimes calls There's the ones who writes the letters with his facts and figures scrawled She has brought them to her senses they have laughed inside her laughter Now she rallies her defenses for she fears someone will ask her of eternity There's a jokester and a jester and a drummer and a dreamer and you know there

To Keep Going

In my mind I hold a dream that keeps me going It was you. Again. I don't always dream of you. But when I do, it's a trip. You and I were in a hallway in a place that felt like royalty you were dressed in gold lame And I walked passed you slowly a long hall of many doors And as I passed you I turned to you and said. You are beautiful. I took a few steps more. I said. You know this is true. Because I said it to you.

Requiem for a Dream