Her back is turned against the crowd    wondering if her thoughts are allowed    she speaks in prayer and doesn't care    that all her concerns drift like air    i reach to her as she falls in shame    for in all her faith she can't sustain    so she looks at me with that hope in her eyes    and wonders if god can hear her cries.       Take me back to the time when I was younger    Take me back to the time when I was stronger    Take me back to a time when I could feel    Take me back to the world I could believe in.      an old man steps out upon a ledge    his sanity gone far beyond the edge    he speaks of a heaven far away in the sky    beyond what imagination could devise    though he wanted to feel, he wasted every year    chasing demons and angels and blinded by tears    so he looks at me with that hope in his eyes    and wonders if god can hear his lies.       Take me back to the time when I was younger    Take me back to the time when I was stronger    Take me back to a time I could feel    Take me back to the world I could believe in.