Religious Views:

The poke's how it started, which now seems so retarded; With a drunken text message, I see right through the presage.
A friendship so firm, but couldn't carry to term; The death of a life, no chance to ever strife.
For it's the decisions we make, in his forgetting name sake; those times we regret, and wonder why we're so wet.
It's the sweat we sit there in drenched, no satisfaction or thirst yet to be quenched.
We're always and forever searching for happy, but more often we sit and wonder why our lives are so crappy.
We can sit here in sorrow, thinking that there's always tomorrow; but it's when we put it off, we start with the cough.
It's when this cough takes us over, that our whole body falls ill; our hands with arthritis.
The pain we go through, is no match for the man; for Jesus is who gave us the slogan "yes we can."
It is the sacrifice that he made, that helps us to persevere; so we need to quit joking and get our lives in gear.
It's been a fun ride, chilling back for a while; but it's when we do right, that we make him smile.
For the favor is returned, each day of our lives; our father looks down; slapping with high fives!