does it matter

Stephanie said she waited
She said she'd stayed awake
To this saint of dreams she traded
 all her time for the mass it gave

                  that the sky is blue
                  that blood turns red
                  that your thoughts are viewed
                   in the shape hung above your head

                  that when I'm with you
                   there's a silence from beyond our bed

                  that it's hard to prove
                   it's so strange how our time is spread

Rachel swore she'd finished
 hating how she felt
To her pastor she concented
 to drain his one cup  left

                  that the moon still shines
                  that it pulls from there
                  that we cry for help
                  that we pay to stare

                  that when I'm without you
                   I know absences so deep they tear
                 
                  it may yet be proved
                   there's no reason or cause to care
To many yes - to others no
To so many yes - to too many no