"We the many who have nothing but who light the morning sky"

Candle of Our Dreams A few have almost everything at last now as it seems To us past how at why we who have nothing but our dreams The many without anything much left to call our own On the edge of life and death where our heartbeat and our breath Flicker but keep going as though our brief candle knowing How we either live together now or else we die alone And if something should go right for us then we would have earned it The hard way when we did it wrong the right way when we learned it The few have left the many nothing right now but our dreams At why past how as it seems for now and always where we find What we have and do not have and what we have to leave behind What as it seems but by our dreams our life outlives their death Who would not share could not be there to share it who would not Evolve and learn as we revolve and turn could not remember The falling leaf becomes a rising ember in December When the light returns remembering then what the few forgot And so it is we who rise even though to our surprise We who stop being invisible when we open our eyes We the many who have nothing but our dreams at why past how Not the few not with their nothing less than nothingness of To have or not to have the question asked them then by love When at last our dreams are all of always as it seems for now Each a spark though born to trouble flying upward through the blue An ember in December who remembers what to do At why past how we live for now and let the few have then We the many who are not afraid to live until we die When love is now or never then now never comes again We the many who have nothing but who light the morning sky By our dreams to be beyond what as it seems we might have been Unseen we were invisible but seeing we can see Past how and passing through why not at last now seeing why By our own light us being right and how we can be free +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI