9811 - 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.