What if the heaven we are told about doesn't exist, 

What if it's a place we see only in our dreams.

Who has ever went there and came back? 

Who has ever seen hell with his naked eyes? 

 

What if we are not scared of death 

We are scared of losing all the things we are used to.

Waking up surrounded by oceans, 

And Sharing this world with the loved ones

 

What if, 

I'm not scared of laying there one man.

With my body being wrapped in suits inside a woody bed, 

But I'mafraid of being given another names that I'm not familiar with.

 

I'm not judging the creation of mankind, 

I'm not a soul with eyes blind, 

I am a soul wearing curiosity.

What if we ares cared? 

What if we are not afraid?