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.