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She takes the back road and the lane
Past the school that has no 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 in pressing palms
When children fade in mother's arms ?
It's a cruel world
We've so much to loose
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 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 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"...

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