The Meaning of It

At the end and that is where I feel like I am now
Living through such trials as to challenge my belief
That which really matters is to have a friend somehow
And should people shout at me and treat me cruelly
Which they do as you know more than I want to admit
How good it is to know someone with insight to see
Whatever good there might be left and left inside me
And I think that this just might be the meaning of it

Though brokenhearted now and broken in any case
The very best medicine is that familiar face
Of one who does not judge except to say I am fine
With all my faults and failings reflecting that divine
Acceptance found so seldom in this our human race
The only medicine which ever gives me relief
I have never understood where we are racing to
Careening as I do between depression and grief

But I am just thankful to be racing next to you
Wherever we are going I can get there I know
You tell me life is worth it all and you show me why
Blue sky above with you beside and good earth below
Whatever happens next and no matter what we do
As we tiptoe through this minefield of sorrows and scares
With your help I see the earth bloom I see the sky shine
And after all become convinced that somebody cares

Right up to my last breath I will live until I die
Never mind the hour of that last breath nor count the days
We never know when we must go our days are unknown
Life is lived all the sweeter on the brink of always
One thing I know for sure is that I am not alone
How good it is to know someone with insight to see
Whatever good there might be left and left inside me
And I think that this just might be the meaning of it

+Steven Curtis Lance



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