For You I was a very unusual child Some thought I might be devil-possessed With something scary and wary and wild Others on the other hand thought might be blessed With something extraordinary In the semblance of resemblance to my Father the hitman but it was I Was a very unusual child (very) I always knew he wrote poetry too Wary of being misunderstood I kept to myself and wondered about Understanding things I wondered if they could I had to go the hard way to find out My mother on the other hand always knew And still does from the other side when I am feeling misunderstood again But my mother taught me what to do And so Patricia Lance this is for you Steven Curtis Lance