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?...