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.