Mary walks
Down to the water's edge
& there she hangs her head
To find herself faded
A shadow of what she once was
She said "How long have I been sleeping
& 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
& I would be the last to know
I would be the last the let it show
I would be the last to go

Take her hand
She will lead you through the fire
Give you back hope
& hope that you won'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 was given
& I would be the last to know
& I would be the last to let it show
I would be the last to go...
Mary walks...




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