

dark and cloudy, there is still/
a beacon in life.
OR
Though the days may be/
dark and cloudy, there are still/
beacons in my life.

The old man in the/
parking lot asked: “How come you’re/
hanging back?” Yes. Why?
I love to see the Temple.
I’m going back today.
I used to love to serve there,
but then I lost my way.
For the Temple is a holy place
which I will not defile.
I’m going back now I am clean.
It’s taken me awhile.
Here is the original post, with a link to the original YouTube,
http://cyranowriter.wordpress.com/2014/02/15/i-love-to-see-the-temple-part-2-revolutionary-improv-primary-song-redo/