One big house, one bright child, one tall white picket fence, Two incomes and then some, Three-car garage and four bedrooms, Five times seven is number of years left on the note, Six ten eighteen years in, oceans of tears, battle-scarred hearts, few wins all the WHILEST, our textbook plug-and-play church life kicked in - AND THEN I met you. And my world stopped, and it turned upside down and like sand in an hourglass, precious time slipped away, but the longing remained AND SO the furnace was ablaze As I looked into your eyes, I saw my future go up in flames and What man, society, and blue-collar planning built collapsed, charred, and burned to the ground BUT WHAT remained, is my future in your face and our one blue flame combusting throughout all eternity.