Let me get right to it.
You have been loved by George Michael
She takes the back road and the lane
Past 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 life
That man, she loved that man
For all his life
But now we meet to take him flowers
And only God knows why
For what’s the use in pressing palms
When children fade in mother’s arms?
It’s a cruel world, we’ve so much to loose
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 brushed 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 (and I’ll be fine)
But she just sits and counts the hours
Searching for her crime
So what’s the use of pressing palms
If you won’t keep such love from harm?
It’s a cruel world, you’ve so much to prove
And Heaven helps the ones who wait for you
I’ve no daughters, I’ve no sons
Guess I’m the only one
Living in my life
“Take care my love”, he said
Don’t think that God is dead
“Take care my love”, he said
You have been loved
The first time I heard this song it upset me. Every consequent time I hear this song, it upsets me. I researched the meaning behind this song and it is upsetting.

George Michael could sing a pop song, no doubt but his lyrics on his later albums, specifically, Older, were so deep and impactful.
He dealt with his depression and loss and sorrow and put it out there for everyone to hear.
I know that I’m not the only one that appreciates his music. I am just another person who appreciates his music.
Excerpt from The Strangest Thing by George Michael
The things that I know
Nobody told me
The seeds that are sown
They still control me
There’s a liar in my head
There’s a thief upon my bed
And the strangest thing
Is I cannot seem to get my eyes open
Thank you for reading.
