Things Uncertain

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.