"Remembering love forgetting the rest"

dum spiro spero I love everybody the way they are Nor do I preach or have something to sell I am somebody who stares at a star Somebody who does not believe in hell Going there seems to be going too far To me enough trouble hanging on now And heaven enough with others here who Like me believe we can hang on somehow The breadline stands the first three Saturdays Of the month but never those beyond that Third the deadline always of breadline days And I can do it I can get through it But when the breadline reaches trinity Then I despite what my poverty says Recover the lost cost of dignity Discover a happier habitat From this particular generalize On a Saturday numbered more than three Though it takes me awhile to realize And I may not believe it I am free To stare at a star and to make it mine And let the breadline go on deadline day To forget it to know it let it go When Saturday comes then go right on by Go without but at least outside the line So when I do not go is when I know I do as who I am as free to be Able to do it when I get to it Get through it again and then get away When I do there what they tell me where I Who once did well then did good now do fine Three Saturdays a month until I die Hanging on and hoping and muddling through Just us to hang on to hope for the best The bipolarity of me and you Not really manic if really depressed But if you stare at stars with open eyes You see them fall but you can see them rise And we can hang on and get through this too Remembering love forgetting the rest Hang on +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI