Is There More?

Maybe there's more

We're standing on one side of the hill

Overlooking the shore

There's got to be more

There has to be something

Waiting that we've never seen before

I refuse to believe this is it

And it may just be my desperate hope

Strangling me rope upon rope

Until I choke and then croak

But my hope I won't ignore

There has to be more

I'm not just a part of some vicious cycle

Of life and death

That's not why I was born

I won't let that be the core

There has to be something waiting

Something much less degrading

Something true and never fading

That we've never seen before

We're not looking

We're not looking

And I've yet to set the score

But don't forget

And don't neglect

Whatever earnestly implores

To be discovered

And uncovered

Because I swear there must be more