The Point is…

What's the point of life if you refuse to live it?

What's the point of death if you leave nothing behind?

What's the point of love if you will never give it?

And what's the point of looking if there's nothing left to find?

What's the point of sorrow if you can never cry?

What's the point of laughter in you never hear the sound?

What's the point of time if you let it slip by?

And what's the point of flight if you never leave the ground?

What's the point of trying if they always let you win?

What's the point of family if you have none of your own?

What's the point of wanting if all it is, is sin?

And what's the point weekends if you spend them all alone?

What's the point of life if you refuse to live it?

What's the point of death if you leave nothing behind?

What's the point of love if you will never give it?

And what's the point of looking if there's nothing left to find?