she takes the back road and the lane

past the school that has not changed

in all this time

she thinks of when the the boy was young

all the battle 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 of pressing palms when children fade in mother,s arms

it is cruel world we have so much to lose

and what we have to learn we rarely choose

so id it is god who took her son

he can not be the one

livivng in her mind

take care my love she said

so not thing that god is dead

take care my love she said

you have been loved

if i was weak

forgivr me

but i was terrified

you brushed my eyes witha angels wings full of love

the kind that makes devils cry

so these days my life has changed

and i will be fine

but she just sets and count the hours

searching for her crime

so what the use of pressing palms

if u want will not keep such love from harm

it is cruel world

you have so much to prove

and heaven helps the ones who wait for you

well. i have no daughters i ahve no sons

guess i,m the only one

livivng in heeeer life