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
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