Orange California is a circle in a postcard town Old around the new of me and what I do between the two In the roundabout of turnabout to end where I begin In the tournament of faith and doubt by turnabout I win Where brought up how I got up now getting down to what I mean Where faith and doubt in their roundabout have room for me between In my getting by forgetting then my getting back up when December may remember May I may give myself again I have faith that I belong here and I doubt that I could be Myself to give myself away in May more than December In good faith around the roundabout when doubtless I am free Above what fear forgot to find the love that I remember In my giving the forgiving by the living of the dead Is a circle in a postcard looking back alive ahead +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI