She takes the back road and the lanePast the school that has no
changedIn all this timeShe thinks of when the boy was youngAll
the battles she had wonJust to give him lifeThat manShe loved
that manFor all his lifeBut now we meet to TAKE him flowersAnd
only God knows whyFor what's the use in pressing pamlsWhen
children fade in mother's armsIt's a cruel
worldWe've so much to looseAnd what we have to learn we
rarely chooseSo if it's God who took her sonHe cannot be
the one living in her mindTake care my love, she saidDon't
think that God is deadTake care my love, she saidYou have been
lovedIf I was weak, forgive meBut I was terrifiedYou brushed my
eyes with angels wings, full of loveThe kind that makes devils
crySo these daysMy life has changedAnd I'll be fineBut she
just sits and counts the hoursSearching for her crimeSo
what's the use of pressing palmsIf you won't keep such
love from harmIt's a cruel worldYou've so much to
proveAnd heaven helps the ones who wait for youWell I've no
daughters, I've no sonsGuess I'm the only oneLiving in
my lifeTake care my love, he saidDon't think that God is
deadTake care my love, he saidYou have been loved..