Mad I came and mad I went The tree grew as the twig was bent As this twig was twisted Not that I could have resisted Nor would have had any say Hello here I am anyway Finding myself at the dance A mindful Steven Curtis Lance One of two older than you Where being there might as well stay Told behind you come to be Sent as bent as I went but free Now to be and do my best Love sent its one request of me This dance of life by chance How I get to forget the rest Of my bent family tree +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII