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Mary

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 out
a stranger's flesh is offered
and I would be
the last to know
I would be the last
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
don't take to 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
and I would be the last to go
Mary walks