Questions

Where am I going? Where do I come from? These are the questions that plague my mind Whenever it all quiets down Then you come bursting through the darkness Hiding every shadow in your light You are the meaning revealed to me But who are you really? Who has got your back? Am I a part of your great plan? Or did you just step into mine? Sometimes you shine like the sun Other times it's like you don't exist But something is better than nothing What does it prove? Who moves all that moves? We travel towards our death Driven by a locomotive's breath Sometimes you shine like the sun Other times it's like you don't exist But something is better than nothing What does it prove? Who moves all that moves? We travel towards our death Driven by a locomotive's breath Where am I going? Where do I come from? These are the questions that plague my mind Whenever it all quiets down