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.