Her back is turned against the crowd 

wondering if her thoughts are allowed 

she speaks in prayer and doesn't care 

that all her concerns drift like air 

i reach to her as she falls in shame 

for in all her faith she can't sustain 

so she looks at me with that hope in her eyes 

and wonders if god can hear her cries. 



Take me back to the time when I was younger 

Take me back to the time when I was stronger 

Take me back to a time when I could feel 

Take me back to the world I could believe in.



an old man steps out upon a ledge 

his sanity gone far beyond the edge 

he speaks of a heaven far away in the sky 

beyond what imagination could devise 

though he wanted to feel, he wasted every year 

chasing demons and angels and blinded by tears 

so he looks at me with that hope in his eyes 

and wonders if god can hear his lies. 



Take me back to the time when I was younger 

Take me back to the time when I was stronger 

Take me back to a time I could feel 

Take me back to the world I could believe in.