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 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, and I'll be fine But she just sits and counts the hours
Searching for her crime
So what's the use of pressing palms
If you won't keep such love from harm It's a cruel world
You've so much to prove
And heaven helps 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