Her back is turned against the crowd

wondering if her thoughts are allowed

she speaks in prayer and doesn't care

that all her concerns drift like air

i reach to her as she falls in shame

for in all her faith she can't sustain

so she looks at me with that hope in her eyes

and wonders if god can hear her cries.



Take me back to the time when I was younger

Take me back to the time when I was stronger

Take me back to a time when I could feel

Take me back to the world I could believe in.



an old man steps out upon a ledge

his sanity gone far beyond the edge

he speaks of a heaven far away in the sky

beyond what imagination could devise

though he wanted to feel, he wasted every year

chasing demons and angels and blinded by tears

so he looks at me with that hope in his eyes

and wonders if god can hear his lies.



Take me back to the time when I was younger

Take me back to the time when I was stronger

Take me back to a time I could feel

Take me back to the world I could believe in.