When I was younger I had the hunger To be somebody anybody But I did not know who or what to do Then gradually it came to me I was the only body I could be So if not what at least I knew who And there was always this poetry I wrote for my friends when I was younger Then I set it to music you see So I was a composer chorally Musically I became somebody But when I went mad then I went free The church I worked for left me in the lurch Disappointing me ultimately Left alone I found love on my own Through trying times my mad nursery rhymes Are how I do what like nobody Else now somehow as who knows what to do +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV