Even If I'M Wrong

Some say Heaven Is just a myth While many others Know it's really lifes greatest gift I come to sit in the back pew Every Sunday at 9 Tithing in hope, in hope I can find A little bit of pick me up, in this World that's gone wrong So tell me.. What will I lose, even if I'm wrong If the good book wasn't written How would a man atone And I'll admit I'm a sinner, in this World full of sin I can't imagine Giving up my only son To have him shed his blood Even if it's for eternal love Seems I have all kind of friends Who say I'm wasting my time Praying to some fictional guy But I know hell is compelled to make Me think that I'm wrong So tell me.. What will I lose, even if I'm wrong If the good book wasn't written How would a man atone And I'll admit I'm a sinner, in this World full of sin If the good book isn't right At least I'll live a life In a way I can hang my hat on So let me ask you, what do I have to lose Even if I'm wrong Live the way you want too But what will I lose... even if I'm wrong