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Joseph
Joseph was a man who'd been broken before his time, right from the scars on his chest to the crack in his spine. He knew the alleys and the hallways, the crack vials the colors the crimes. He knew the cold steel of the bars where he did his time.
Joseph was a man who had never been a child. Never knew the trust of a hug or the grace of a smile. He had never sat down to the table of a family meal. He was accustomed to being denied the privileged to feel.
And over and over and over and over and over and over and so on and so it goes, so the story goes. [repeat]
Joseph had a son who had the shape of his father's eyes. Born from a night of respite in the arms of a lie. His mother could not be trusted, for the habits she kept, so he was taken away to live with some people he had never met.
And over and over and over and over and over and over and so on and so it goes, so the story goes. [repeat]
Maybe there's a hole in the tunnel, maybe there's a spark in the night. Tell me what kind of hope would you give a man, who's been dead for all his life?
Joseph had a friend whom he saw one lonely night. Told him of a house full of friendship, acceptance and light. He entered the house, there, to learn what the people sang, and once he caught on he wanted to sing it again and again.
So over and over and over and over and over and over and so on and so it goes, so the singing goes.
And over and over and over and over and over and over and so on and so it goes, so the singing goes. Let the singing flow, let the singing flow.