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.