It could all end tomorrow,
and where would I be?
Does life go on
or will it be the end of me?
Seems a bit unfair
to think that all I've learned and done
belongs to no one.
Why should I cherish living
if there's no so called plan?
Why, I would have no future
if it were left to man.
I can't believe that we just happened
and don't know what for.
There must be more.
Why should I trust in a love
that I can't have forever?
Does it seem right
to live a game of take-away?
Should I want for children
if there isn't any more for them to live for?
Maybe I'm a pessimist - then
maybe I'm not.
One thing that I'd like to know
is what I've got.
I don't want a miracle
or to see you in the air,
but are you up there?
Are you everywhere?
Do you really care?
Are you up there?
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