My Grandma believed the music I wrote Divinely inspired note by note And in her grave she holds it in her hand Left there now I understand With God where God left me or whatever Starting the end of forever for me Starting to be now or never There with Grandma left to be A sacrifice to poetry Left without her left to doubt I always wonder right about Now when time has taken me Here where life brought me All else has forsaken me But what love taught me Then around the circle when Now this poetry is how I live all I have left I give Again and again +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII