Something More

Sometimes I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling
Thinking about all of the things that I’m blessed with
It seems that I don’t have a care in the world
I have everything that I could ever need in front of me
Then why do I always feel so empty?
Why does it always seem that there is something missing
That a part of me is never satisfied with what I have
This aching and this yearning deep down inside
It keeps me up at night as I can’t shake this thought
That there has to be something more to this world
It doesn’t matter how much money you have
What possessions in this world that you can claim
Because in the end, when all is said and done
We all return to the dust from where we came
Crawling in the dirt, reduced to nothing
Fading away from memory until it’s as if I never was
There has to be something else I was meant for
I just hope and pray at night that when my time comes
When I crumble and crawl back into the dust
That I took the opportunities I had to share Your love
To be able to stand by your side with friends and family
To fill this void in me with you and all you have planned for me


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