Coming Through Having played with fire and getting burned Flown too close to the sun having known Falling all the way but having flown Surviving but regretting I learned Arriving at forgetting it turned Out the it to get is to forget Striving at arriving though not yet But I get it to get past regret Day by day at last get what I earned Coming through death and having returned I remember the best surviving Try to forget the rest arriving As I get it to forget is how By surviving then I arrive now As this is it when I get to be All I have got but a lot for me To wonder about the way I do How I understand now coming true Coming through hell as I fell I knew Someday I would tell somebody who Like any of many wonders too Like me maybe you when here we are Then getting now forgetting this far Survivors arriving when we see All of the sadness all of the pain All of the madness is not in vain Somebody else coming through like me Steven Curtis Lance