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 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

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

I've no daughters, I've no sons

Guess I'm the only one

Living in my life