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...