Something More Besides You

One foot stands 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
In 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?

Writer : MICHAEL TIMMINS
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