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 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 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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