Something More Besides You

One foot strands before the crib The other by the casket A question formed upon stilled lips Is pa*sed 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?