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 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 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 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, he said

Don't think that God is dead

Take care my love, he said



You have been loved