When I was young I was wrong Right along for too long Now it can be told How memories haunt me When I began to get old I got to be less sold On what they sell us Now old enough to tell us I got it and ask why And why not as I Who see I want to be Live by love before I die To be mindfully how I find myself now I want to be so you know I was when I am not By my doing what I know before I go With a party at the end I want to be your friend A good memory Steven Curtis Lance