I am old but how I see Is through history Being now and then again I can see a lot of fear Old fear around here Like I can remember when We were afraid of us before Of each other then Who grew now due to grow some more But this is what we do Growing as we grew Second for me first for you Love displaces fear from here or Anywhere at all Sometimes spring comes in the fall After all this time now Is still what time it is somehow +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII