Classified for W. D. Lance This side of the other is where We are but there is something there On that side of a great divide Between the living and the dead Seemingly we were meant to be Were sent here for better or worse Knowing to go on though and so We went on with the universe Surviving arriving this far Where this is it and here we are On our side of the far side we Find out about mortality Wondering if we understand The implications of this and On what seems like a need-to-know Basis face our fate up ahead Though once in a while we can tell From our side of reality One another in parallel Not gone but gone on who got through Waiting in line to take the ride The other side is classified Where the dead are living instead Knowing to go on so they do But I thank the dedicatee Who declassified this for me Steven Curtis Lance