"Rising through tears to my last laughter"

A Free Man Built brick by brick stacked stone upon stone Timber and timber floor to rafter Some build houses to live in alone Like the ones they will die in after Acting a play and acting that way People do when they take forever To mean hang on as long as they can Packing their things for their holiday That one way trip they paid their lives for Passing through on their way to never Houses on sand then under the land Possessed of a proper house and grave I used to be like them but no more These things passed away but I did not And though it was dark though it was day And though it was hard to understand And sad I still had my soul to save And remembered something some forgot Time turns and tide returns revealing Houses on sand then under the land These things pass away but I do not And so I return as a free man Rising through tears to my last laughter Like a stalagmite toward the ceiling Drop by drop from the floor of a cave +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX