My mind seems to often drift,
 Enough to let one confuse,
So much of the inner soul sets to lift,
 Thoughts of empty thinking for one to amuse,
My lids over my eyes will eventually close,
 One of God's given rules; 
Of every single spirit must arose,
He makes no man as they are fools,
He created the human soul, and these are his rules;
              
    Life is not given to you, it is earned,
 In Death,   Life is not taken from you, it is returned,
         To Damn, by using the words of his name,
         Shall regret, by saying it in vein,
         The only holy son, wept his tears, and
            shed his blood,
          For he stayed silently on the
cross, and
            left to die but took the blame,
          When disbelief brought storm, the
            tears & blood were washed away by
rain,
           Since then, life hasn't been the same.
           To be of woman, as Same as
             to be of man,
           Represent our soul and he'll lead
             us through the sand,
           To be guided and taught, as part of
             his life's plan,
           Walk with him, but don't forget to
              ask him for his hand.
           Give respect to all, in every
              matter and form,
            Your life will appear more magical
              like it was the day that Jesus was
born,
            Don't let it wash away like it did
the day of the storm,
            Only one chance to fulfill your
spirit,
            Stand back and listen, I think I hear
it...