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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 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? |