The angels watching over me to hold me as I sleep the father with the Earth in hands My soul is his to keep My mother's mother's fairy tales her daughters blinding trust When tragedy and misery convince her that she must
In wooden pews and basement rooms with bible tightly clutched I listened to the fairy tales, the fables forming rust On alter I held out my hands to catch the chunk of bread That pastor always said to me where flesh of the son long dead
Fifteen years of song and dance Fifteen years of grace Fifteen years spent listening their stories gone to waste
But the world grows larger the questions too and the faith is quickly lost replaced by science, philosophy common sense dethrones the cross
I want so desperately to believe for your sake more than mine Eternal life is a dream to me but I hate to see you cry
My mother's mother passed her faith by my mother I have failed She prays for me each day and night but her worries I can't assail
Oh mother, mother can't you see this faith is yours not mine The word of God is not enough but maybe, give me time.
Angels I have heard on high in God I place my trust It's the son, the cross, that I decline He's your savior, not mine.
As angels lay me down to sleep I hope one day you'll see My mother's mother's parables lend no comfort to me
Oh mother, mother can't you see it kills me when you pray for something I cannot give you and by each passing day your expectations grind at me they make it hard to stay Oh mother, mother I'm begging you don't push me away
The father watching over us holds me as I sleep and comforts me each night as my anxiety will creep into me heart, I trust in him but thats all I can give let it be enough for you I'm trying, let me live.