Mary

Mary walks
 down to the water's edge
 and there she hangs her head
 to find herself faded
 shadow of what she once was
 She says "How long have I been sleeping?
 and why do I feel so old?
 why do I feel so cold?
 my heart is saying one thing
 but my body won't let go."
 With trembling hands she
 reaches up
 a stranger's flesh is offered
 and I would be the
 last to know
 I would be the last
 to let it show
 and I would be the
 last to go.
 Take Her hand
 she will lead you through the fire
 give you back hope
 and hope that you don't take
 too much respecting what is left
 she cradled us
 she held us in her arms
 unselfish in her suffering
 she could not understand
 that no one seemed to have the time
 to cherish what is offered
 and I would be the
 last to know
 and I would be the last
 to let it show
 and I would be the
 last to go...
 Mary walks...