Used to be my life was a page of white
Then You wrote Your name on my heart
And I began to see the image clear with every line
As You became the author of my soul, so the story goes
Now every day I stand before two roads
And every day I'm faced with a choice
To follow other signs or read the writing on my heart
But one is always fiction, one is true, so You're the road I choose,
'Cause what am I without You, what am I
And looking at the pages in the story of my life
The core of my existence flows from You, from any point of view
So what am I without You, what am I and what's the use
What am I without You, what am I