Things Uncertain - 9811

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