for Teddy my son the actor and for Lindsey my friend the writer Who could blame us we who would be famous what else should we do But give and take and make do living through it dying trying to? Because it does us good to make this better than what was That behind our duty to find beauty being as it does In mind forgetting farther than we are as far as we can go Making good now being understood when you remember me Not only for myself a trophy lonely on a shelf of What was but as what will be who we are because the who of love Is us becoming as it does us being so to grow Better than what was because what is becoming what will be Us being as we do becoming each the star we are No star out of reach for all or each who reach nor star too far Out the window like a mirror a familiar face I see In the sky or in a book I take one look at you and know Now you know who I am and I know who you are too when What might seem to turn out wrong farther along turns out quite right How when a star must fall then it must surely rise again Burning bright when I see the light and it looks like me and you A star not far away today to shine tonight when we are light I want to be a star then I want you to be one too +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII