Going Your Way

Riding on the razor's edge of always
I enjoy thoughtfully balancing days
And nights of suns and moons which rise and set
Black velvet nights of stars are best of all

When time comes let it be then that I fall
The days and nights and suns and moons forget
But stars remember everything they see
And they are almost as lonely as me

Someone once told me I was a star but
Looking in the glass now I cannot say
I seem like any sort of star today
And wonder as much of why as of what

If you should read these words someday please know
I loved you long ago as best I could
But I think now you might have understood
And might just take me with you when you go

+Steven Curtis Lance



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