Something More Besides You        
             
One foot strands before the crib 
the other by the casket 
A question formed upon stilled lips 
is passed on but never asked 

I guess I believe that there's a point 
to what we do 
But I ask myself is there 
something more besides you? 

Two are born to cross 
their paths, their lives, their hearts 
If by chance one turns away 
are they forever lost? 

I guess I believe that there's a point 
to what we do 
But I ask myself is there 
something more besides you? 

This morning I awoke, 
the bed warm where it once was cold 
Small blessings laid upon us 
Small mysteries slowly unfold 

Yet I still wonder is there a point 
to what we do? 
'Cause I kind of doubt 
that there is something more besides you 

Although it's hard to find the point 
to what we do, 
do I dare believe that there is 
something more besides you?


             
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