I. Late fifties smoker of Kools Probably doomed rented roomed In the desert far away Unglad sufferer of fools Suffering them anyway Writing poetry madly Lighting up to start the day Uncut hair still mostly there Long short of groomed sort of doomed II. Deciding to have his say When others would not sadly One to speak for who could not Once a right good Lutheran God misunderstood as fear Not quite as good as he thought Wrong then left a better man Than when he felt better than More or less for now and here III. Somehow being come to be Better than he was as he Is and does the best he can Schizophrenic paranoid Come back to life who should not Some said with his mind destroyed With his right mind left behind By unkind reality But his right heart could not be IV. As one who never forgot One when he could then would not Getting it but getting late Better late than never though Someone who has come to go Even Steven even so As one suffering gladly From the old familiar pain Of being human again V. Giving it all he has got Left and right now he feels good Being to be understood For when he found forever Then it was now or never Whenever for whatever Having come to terms with fate For what is nor what is not November now as ever Loving being loved to live To remember and forgive +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII