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
  But now we meet to bring him flowers
  And only God knows why
    For what's the use in pressing pamls
  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 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 life
    Take care my love, he said
  Don't think that God is dead
  Take care my love, he said
    You have been loved