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.