The soul.

The soul...

The soul,
An intangible gift,
Yet from it all meaning,
Some people would rift.

They say that this life,
Is all that there is,
Not even believing,
That all life is His.

Even if no faith I had,
I wouldn't take the chance,
Just in case that I was wrong,
And I, in Hell, would dance.

Even if the odds were great,
The payoff would be big,
If some religion was the truth,
And not just some con man's gig.

But then again I do believe,
And so will choose the right,
I'll up the bar of what to do,
And join the 'ternal fight.