[Verse]

“Pages on the Table”

Verse 1

There’s a stack of old journals, dust on the spine,

Ink from a century crossing time.

They told her the story was settled and sealed,

But the cracks in the record would not stay concealed.

She followed the footnotes, followed the trail,

Read every denial, every torn veil.

They said, “Be careful where questions go,”

But truth doesn’t stop when the answers say no.

Refrain

And you don’t need a vision just to feel the strain,

When asking the questions is counted as blame.

If history trembles when the light comes through,

You’ve got to wonder who’s afraid of the truth.

Yeah, you’ve got to wonder who’s afraid of the truth.

Verse 2

She said Joseph stood firm, one wife, one vow,

Said the record was altered—look at it now.

Said polygamy marched in after the gun,

When the prophet was gone and the power had won.

They said, “That can’t be right, that can’t be so,”

But the dates didn’t bend and the ink didn’t go.

When the shelves start breaking under their load,

Some people shoot messengers instead of the code.

Refrain

And the words in the minutes don’t line up clean,

With the version approved by the in-between.

When silence is safer than saying what’s true,

You’ve got to wonder who’s afraid of the truth.

Yeah, you’ve got to wonder who’s afraid of the truth.

Verse 3

She spoke on a camera, calm and plain,

No fire and brimstone, no hunger for fame.

Just documents, context, dates in a row,

Let the people decide, let the evidence show.

But a boundary was crossed when she wouldn’t retreat,

When conscience outranked institutional heat.

They called it apostasy, called it a crime,

For trusting the sources closer to time.

Refrain

If faith needs a blackout to stay alive,

That’s a hard kind of faith just to justify.

When belief can’t survive a historical view,

You’ve got to wonder who’s afraid of the truth.

Yeah, you’ve got to wonder who’s afraid of the truth.

Verse 4

Excommunicated, name struck down,

Not for what she denied—but what she found.

No new revelation, no different god,

Just reading the record instead of the nod.

History’s heavy when it won’t obey,

When it says yesterday wasn’t taught today.

And the cost of conviction is painfully clear,

When honesty’s punished and doubt’s what they fear.

Final Refrain / Outro

So the pages stay open, the questions remain,

You can’t discipline facts into falling in line.

You can silence a voice, you can bar a pew,

But you can’t unwrite what the record proves true.

And we’re not at the end, but we’re closer than youth—

When belief meets the mirror of historical truth.

Yeah, belief meets the mirror of historical truth.