I Wonder

One, two, three, four

Often wondered what death is like
A big nothing, or something more?
Hard to believe there is anything
So, guess you're gone and life goes on
Often pondered purpose of life

To be in love, to raise children
Hard to believe there is a point
No comfort here, just blood and bones
No magic here, just daily grind
Desolation stripped of meaning
Mm-mm, mm

Cold here at night with this outlook
Days stretch ahead with no purpose
A pragmatic, cynical core
Gotta find it, reason to live
Not existing, that doesn't count
Must be joy here if I look hard

Teach me, my love, what this life means
Show me my reasons to keep going on
Oh, I wonder, how I wonder
What will become of this tired soul



Credits
Writer(s): Barry Fotheringham
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