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Something we may never know
We keep searching 'til the end
Open books, you'll never find the key
That hides the mystery
Something we may never hear
As we play and we pretend
Send the song and it returns alone
Just an echo of our own
Will we ever get to know anymore
Will we ever find the "why" and "what for"
Through the world we're wandering
Lights before our eyes, seeking in the darkness
Where the deepest secret lies
Something we may never find
Though we hope at every bend
For just a sign and time to count upon
With this we travel on...
Something We May Never Know was written by Shelby Flint.
Something We May Never Know was produced by James Gadson & Michael Stewart.