She takes the back road and the lane
Past the school that has no changed
In all this timeShe thinks of when the boy was young
All the battles she had won
Just to give him life
That man
She loved that manFor all his life
But now we meet to bring him flowers
And only God knows whyFor what's the use in pressing palms
When children fade in mother's arms
It's a cruel world
We've so much to looseAnd 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 mindTake 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 terrifiedYou 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 fineBut 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 proveAnd 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 lifeTake care my love, he said
Don't think that God is dead
Take care my love, he said
You have been loved