Today I watched in silence as people passed me by,
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And I strained to see if there was something hidden in their eyes;
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But they all looked at me as if to say
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Life just goes on.
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The old familiar story told in different ways,
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Make the most of your own journey from the cradle to the grave;
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Dream your dreams tomorrow because today
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Life must go on.
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But there’s more to this life than living and dying,
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More than just trying to make it through the day;
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More to this life, more than these eyes alone can see,
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And there’s more than this life alone can be.
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He takes care of his family, he takes care of his work,
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And every Sunday morning he takes his place at the church;
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And somehow he still feels a need to search,
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But life just goes on.
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Tonight he lies in silence staring into space,
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And looks for ways to make tomorrow better than today,
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But in the morning light it looks the same;
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Life just goes on.
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But there’s more to this life than living and dying,
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More than just trying to make it through the day;
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More to this life, more than these eyes alone can see,
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And there’s more than this life alone can be.
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So where do we start to find every part
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Of what makes this life complete;
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If we turn our eyes to Jesus we’ll find
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Life’s true beginning is there at the cross where He died.
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He died to bring us . . .
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But there’s more to this life than living and dying,
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More than just trying to make it through the day;
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More to this life, more than these eyes alone can see,
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And there’s more than this life alone can be.
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More To This Life
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| Clay Aiken |
