Our fathers projected their fear on the sky Where it became there the faith of our fathers Up from the fathers passed down to the others When it was the why the law to live and die Projected reflected protected and then We outsmart ourselves to be afraid again Outside the paradox box for who bothers To wonder and get out from under it all Waits the why not greater than the why was small Our mothers always knew between say and do Love has been here all along no mystery Fear but a nightmare love dreams reality +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII