This Body Isn't All There is to Who I Am

There's a voice I can hear, that's not my own

And it comes from a place void of fear

And it speaks out of love, wisdom, and grace

And of things we should hold near and there

It's the sound of the wind, as it circles the night

And the raindrops on rooftops made of tin

It was there on the day I came into this world

And will surely be there in the end

This body isn't all there is to who I am

What you see is the least of what you get

When my time runs its course, I'll return to the source

'Til that day, come what may, not there yet

If I'd known what I know a long time ago

I have made of my life something more

But then, who's to say that there was some other way

That I can open and close every door?

This body isn't all there is to who I am

What you see is the least of what you get

When this life runs its course, I'll return to the source

'Til that day, come what may, not there yet

For today, come what may, no not yet