The Source Of Me

Should my soul decide its time to move on
Or should my body decide to stop playing host
This carcass I carry myself around in
Is the part of me that will suffer most

But maybe it's surplus to my requirements?
Perhaps it's time to set it free?
It's not the source of me so I don't mind
My soul is the source of me...

I've travelled many a mile in this frame I use
But it's starting to slow me down
It's the age of me that gets in the way
So I'm not prepared to stay here and drown.

Maybe it's time to wrestle with myself
Maybe it's time to explore
Maybe the best of me has been and gone
Then again it may be behind a new door.

No soul on earth will finally be found
Without first realising it's lost
But before I depart from the safety of my host
I got to consider the cost.

How will it affect my family?
If my soul is an independent fool
Eager to spread his wings and fly
Breaking my hearts golden rule

How will it affect the man in me
If I'm to become free of this, my carriage
I've lived, I've loved, I've laughed, I've cried
So I don't feel no justice miscarriage