歌词
(Verse 1)
In the quiet of the dawn, where thoughts are newly born,
A man stands alone, his heart slightly worn.
Seeking the answers, the reasons why,
Underneath the vast, unending sky.
(Chorus)
What am I here to do? What is my true call?
Is the question itself the purpose of it all?
In the quest for fulfillment, in the search for the truth,
Every step is a journey, every moment a sleuth.
(Verse 2)
Through the hustle of the day, in the silence of the night,
He walks the path of introspection, seeking inner light.
The world spins around, full of noise and fuss,
But inside he's whispering, "What is the purpose?"
(Chorus)
What am I here to do? What is my true call?
Is the question itself the purpose of it all?
In the quest for fulfillment, in the search for the truth,
Every step is a journey, every moment a sleuth.
(Bridge)
And maybe in asking, the answer is clear,
It's the seeking that matters, year after year.
For in the art of questioning, the beauty we find,
Is the unfolding of the self, the expansion of the mind.
(Outro)
So he'll keep on walking, keep on dreaming wide,
With the question as his compass, and the stars as his guide.
For the purpose of life, is not just to pursue,
But to wonder, to ask, and to discover the new.
(Chorus)
What am I here to do? What is my true call?
Is the question itself the purpose of it all?
In the quest for fulfillment, in the search for the truth,
Every step is a journey, every moment a sleuth.
(Outro)
So he'll keep on walking, keep on dreaming wide,
With the question as his compass, and the stars as his guide.
For the purpose of life, is not just to pursue,
But to wonder, to ask, and to discover the new.
