You were too young to play the fool, but
Sometimes they break the rules.
Burdened by your emotional bruise;
Hovering the skies, the demons roost.
I hear them voices ringing, Halleleu —
A child is born. I hear them angels
Singing, Halleleu — Halleleujah,
I tend to believe in things uncertain.
I tend to conceive in things uncertain.
They were always chasing after you
But you angel held fast, wouldn’t
Let them through. Now they crucify
Her — what will you do? Darkening
The skies, the demons roost.
You were young enough to believe.
You pray. You were too young,
Young and free to take it away.
But I saw your knees,
Were down, on what they said.
And you were young, and so naieve, that’s you.
