You Have Been Loved Live

This is for my mother And for Anselma. 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 mothers' arms? It's a cruel world, you've so much to Lose. And what we have to learn, We rarely choose. So if it's God who took her son, I cannot be the one Living in her mind. "Take care, my love," she Says. "Don't think that God is Dead. Take care, My love," she says. "You have been Loved." Whoa. If I was weak, Forgive me. I was terrified. You brushed my eyes with angel's wings. Full of love, The kind that makes devils cry. So These days my life has Changed And I'll be fine. But she just sits and counts the hours, Searching for Her crime. So what's the use in pressing palms if you Won't keep such love from harm? It's a cruel world, you've so much to Prove. And heaven help the Ones Who waited for you. I've no daughters, I've no sons. Guess I'm the only one Living in my life. "Take care, My love," he says. "Don't think that God is Dead. Take care, my love," he says. "You have been Loved."