Is life a circle or is it a line?
Is it forever, or measured with time?
What is it for? Does it all really matter?
Is it anything more than ashes to scatter?
Ashes to scatter and dust to dust
Bound together by hope and trust
Putting one foot in front of the other
With no guarantee of what we'll discover
Split up the time between waiting and living
Balance the scales 'tween taking and giving
Waver unsteady 'tween evil and good
Constantly struggle 'tween want to and should
Ashes to scatter and dust to dust
Bound together by hope and trust
Is life a gift? Or, is it a curse?
Are we all getting better or just getting worse?
Is this preparation or just biding time
Did we come from the heavens?
Or evolve from the slime?
Are we made in an image?
Or evolved from an ape?
Are we fatally flawed?
Or just out of shape?
Just when you know, you start wondering why
There's a difference in living and waiting to die
Spent years collecting only to find
It sums in the end to things left behind
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Bound together by fear and trust
Trusting in faith with no way to explain
Hoping we're all not just praying in vain
Ashes to ashes; dust to dust
Bound together by fear and trust
Trusting in faith with no way to explain
Hoping we're all not just praying in vain