The Legend from Come Home by Steve Pardo with Lindley Cameron

tempers changing face, casket of flowers
alone in the dark my friend for every hour
lay in a place beneath the ground
facing on your back but still around

word is that you were a legend in this town
fighting for facts and bringing taxes down
thousands of voices were gathered there
people were saying there is no one else who's fair

he departed for work in the old town square
knowing in time his truck was due for repair
some people say that his angel spoke
he lifted his body and soon his eyes awoke

but the rhythm was quiet no one could hear
the thought, words, and cares all disappeared

deep inside my cave that night
my daughter came to me
crying happily
she saw him beneath the trim
of a pine tree it must be

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