Lehi
Tonight’s the night you’re gonna shine
Gonna throw your words and make them mine
They’re gonna pile up so high
So high in the wake of tonight
Every one’s an introvert, too scared to die
Jealous at the way kids raise habits of mind's eye
It’s the little things that make me smile
Tributaries of the Nile
We can’t swim, but we thrash about
Holding your breath like it’s so devout
The four winds gather to explain the word
Aaron’s rod budded, Noah observed
The illusion of a Laver seems more to contrast
The undeveloped feeling of cleanliness and wrath
Gonna be a soldier living in prosperity
Gonna be a child in all that’s worthy
Gonna be a light that helps the sick cope
Gonna be darkness that shadows hope
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