There Must Be More To Us

Of life after death the mystery has grown
And there must be more to us than flesh and bone
For the human remains the funeral bell may toll
But life goes on as usual for the soul.

I was born into christianity
But religion as such is not for me
Heaven and hell has a simplistic ring
And to such beliefs I have refused to cling.

I used to believe when I was a boy
Of this land called Paradise beyond the sky
The souls of the good went to where angels dwell
And those who died in sin condemned to hell.

The priests they preached of the evils of sin
But they never told us of the god within
Their god lived remote from mankind I recall
But they never told us god lives in us all.

They only told us that their god was right
And that they and they alone had seen the light
And that to the one true diety they belong
And that all of those with different points of view were wrong.

Of life after death the mystery remain
For the dead have never come to life again
And when the funeral bell the ringer toll
I'd like to believe it's not for the soul.