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
But only God
Knows why
For what's the,
Use in 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
For 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 lose
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,''
She said
''Don't think that,
God is dead,
Take care my love,''
She said
''You have been loved''