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 mothers arms

Its a [bad word] world

Weve 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 [bad word] 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 of pressing palms

If you wont keep such love from harm

Its a [bad word] world

Youve so much to prove

And heaven help the ones

Who wait for you

Well Ive no daughters Ive no sons

Guess Im 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