She takes the back road
and the lane
Past the school
that has not changed
In all this time
She thinks of when
the boy was young
All the battles she had
won just to give him life
That man
She loved that man
For all his life
But now we meet
to take him flowers
And only God knows
why
For what's the use of
pressing palms, when
children fade in mother's
arms. It's a cruel world
We've so much to lose
And what we have
to learn,
we rarely choose
So if it's God who
took her son
He cannot be the one
living in her mind
Take care my love,
she said
Don't think that God
is dead
Take care my love,
she said
You have been loved
If I was weak,
forgive me
But I was terrified
You brushed my eyes with
angels wings,
full of love
The kind that makes
devils cry
So these days
My life has changed
And I'll be fine
But she just sits
and counts the hours
Searching for
her crime
So what's the use in
pressing palms, if you
won't keep such love from
harm. It's a cruel world
You've so much to prove
And heaven help the ones
who wait for you
Well I've no daughters
I've no sons
Guess I'm the only one
Living in my life
Take care my love,
he said. Don't think
that God is dead.
Take care my love,
he said
You have been loved