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

And 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 angel's 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" you said

"Don't think that God is dead"

"Take care my love" you said

"You have been loved..."