This Body Isn't All There is to Who I Am

There's a voice I can hear, that's not my own And it comes from a place void of fear And it speaks out of love, wisdom, and grace And of things we should hold near and there It's the sound of the wind, as it circles the night And the raindrops on rooftops made of tin It was there on the day I came into this world And will surely be there in the end This body isn't all there is to who I am What you see is the least of what you get When my time runs its course, I'll return to the source 'Til that day, come what may, not there yet If I'd known what I know a long time ago I have made of my life something more But then, who's to say that there was some other way That I can open and close every door? This body isn't all there is to who I am What you see is the least of what you get When this life runs its course, I'll return to the source 'Til that day, come what may, not there yet For today, come what may, no not yet