The Lancean Specificity
Now This Poetry is How
My Grandma believed the music I wrote
Divinely inspired note by note
And in her grave she holds it in her hand
Left there now I understand
With God where God left me or whatever
Starting the end of forever for me
Starting to be now or never
There with Grandma left to be
A sacrifice to poetry
Left without her left to doubt
I always wonder right about
Now when time has taken me
Here where life brought me
All else has forsaken me
But what love taught me
Then around the circle when
Now this poetry is how
I live all I have left I give
Again and again
+Steven Curtis Lance
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