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.
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