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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?
