I. The Role of My Soul What is the role of my soul And what am I saving it for? I never know anymore Always had forever before Never had now until when All that was left and only then Was and is and will be now At anytime for anything Only taking what I bring My only lonely offering For forever here is how I play now the role of my soul Anyone up there? I look down and see My soul play its role only lonely me II. The Ghost at Grandma's Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track I used to think about that body buried out back Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about I used to drink about it later wondering who He was and what he thought about it or what I could do Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine Who found himself forever for never finding out Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now III. Long Laugh the Daffodil Five foot four nor more where that came from Or maybe five foot three for all I know Sweet and smart and profoundly good Bringing me being understood Being good to me Though I never know when I Am how long I will be then my Moment now to be Still alongside bringing spring Along before I go Around and round with everything Forever and for all I know Where five foot four nor more came from When there I go then here you come: Long laugh the Daffodil +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII