more than this:

we all die.
one day no more.
but who’s to say,
that it’s an end.
maybe it’s just the beginning?
and i get caught up,
in the panic, in the fear.
but i believe.
yeah, real deep down
that there’s a reason
i’m here; i breathe; i live.
i believe.
i hope.
i pray.
that everyone i love
will be together again.
in the middle of the night,
when my mind is reeling
and i am all too aware
of this mortal coil.
when i can’t breathe
for the terror of it all.
the silent echo reverberates,
and my heart screams out:
please god,
let there be more than this…