Mary walks

down to the water's edge

and there she hangs her head

to find herself faded

a shadow of what she once was

She said "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 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

and 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

and I would be the last to know

and I would be the last to let it show

I would be the last to go...

Mary walks