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, 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