One foot stands before the crib
the other besides the casket
A question formed upon stilled lips
It's passed on, 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?