This next song is about somebody that I loved very dearly. It's called You Have Been Loved. She takes the back road and the lane. That's the school that has not changed in all this time. She thinks of when the boy was young. All the battles she had won. Just to give him love, that man. She loved that man for all his life. And now we meet to take him flowers. And only God knows why. For what's the use in pressing palms when children fade to mother's arms? It's a cruel world with so much to lose. And what we have to learn, we rarely choose. So if it's God who took her son, he cannot be the one living in her mind. Take care, my love, she said. Don't think that God is dead. Take care, my love, she said. You have been loved. If I was weak, forgive me. But I was terrified. You brush my eyes with angels' wings. Full of love, the kind that makes devils cry. So these days my life has changed. And I'll be fine. But she just sits and counts the hours. Searching for her crime. So what's the use in pressing palms when you won't keep such love from harm? It's a cruel world with so much to prove. And heaven help the ones who wait for you. I've no daughters, I've no sons. Because I'm the only one living in my life. Take care, my love, she said. Don't think that God is dead. Take care, my love, she said. You have been loved. Thank you.