The Lancean Specificity

No Regret

My father knocked an opportunity
When my mother then was knocked up with me
Though that might not be the way they might see
It then in the inconvenience of
Their anxiety answering the door

Love when given is received in its turn
As loving we live as turning we learn
And opening then they found I was love
Turned and returning after to before
And turned and returned two as three turned more

You are like me and you know what I mean
We give and we take we spend and we make
Through breakup and breakdown and in between
And oh how we bend but we do not break
Do not forget we have not broken yet

I have risen up and have fallen down
Bottom side up and wrong way round downtown
I got knocked down but I got up again
I am and because I am I remain
To give and to get what I came here for

And I am like you and I know that you
Know what I mean and what you mean I know
Because you are love because I am too
Because returning then is what we do
When after to before we turn to go

Let love not be spoken of with regret
We get knocked down but we get up again
We are and because we are we remain
We give and we take and we do not break
Do not forget we have not broken yet

+Steven Curtis Lance



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