What If It Was All Made Up

What if it's all a myth we chase?

No angels, demons, just this space

Mystery shrouds, but we're alive

What if we just choose to survive?

Walking through the shadows of yesterday

Questioning stories they used to say

Is there a heaven? Is there a hell?

Or just a story we tell ourselves?

I used to kneel down and bow my head

Swallowing every word that they said

Waiting for signs in the silent air

But nobody ever seemed to be there.

Then the gears shifted inside my brain

I couldn't ignore the logic and strain

If love is the power, then why the fear?

The math of the spirit just wasn't clear.

I traded the dogma for facts and light

Left the blind faith in the middle of the night

Now the old parables start to fade

As I walk out from the pulpit’s shade.

Destiny's in our hands, you see

Make it good, make it be

No code, no divine decree

It's up to us, just believe

What if it’s all made up, a beautiful lie?

No wings, no flames, just you and I

Living on the edge of truth and doubt

Heaven or hell, what are we about?

What if existence is the secret we keep?

Are we awake or falling asleep?

The mystery of death, just a final greet

No promises, no retreat

Can you accept the unknown?

In the silence, it's shown

No need for angels or ghosts to roam

We’re carving our own home

So what if it's all made up?

Would you still live, still love?

In the end, we choose our fate

Heaven, hell, it’s not too late

Are we afraid of what we won't see?

Or surrenders to eternity?

The question lingers, wild and free

What if, what if, just be free?