Why Pay Heed To Me

The good or the evil the devout or the brave Have never returned from the dark of the grave For to tell us of another World out there But why pay heed to me if you believe in prayer, So why pay heed to me since I don't have a God Though I pity the homeless the poor and downtrod If we had less of God in our lives and for others more empathy Perhaps we may have less crimes against humanity For to live by your bible may free you of sin But your God is not out there your God lives within In the soul of everyone who is generous and kind The God of empathy you always will find But pay no heed to me or to anything I say Since I am an infidel I never pray.