for the rest of us Memory like a recurring curse Recalls it all and even worse As it does though it was bad enough Then and now again where the stuff Of nightmare is right there in the day Rehearsing again in reverse The worst like it always does because Of how it never goes away Now making how it is how it was Though I let go then it did not December I remember So I remembered never forgot Though had thought had I ever got Ahead of instead of where it was Behind to find the future then At last the past might forget me when Gotten old gone far away from The hell I knew well when I had come Here forget what there I could not Forget but not yet it follows me Comes from behind me to find me December I remember But somehow being now becoming When January is coming Until I forget I will forgive Nor give up yet I who will live As if to say I remember you But I still remember me too Understanding what it is I do By being is overcoming The past and when I laugh best and last Then January is coming December I remember Steven Curtis Lance