She doesn't know the man

Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand

She just looks out to sea

He's talking endlessly



Oh, why won't he shut up

I take my medicine

I crush the paper cup

Oh, maybe he's my son

And he's come to set me free



She knows that she forgot

That there's a story, and she

Can't recall the plot

Of course her family fought

Over the furniture



Oh I don't know why they

Have taken all my favorite things away

But one thing, that's for sure

I don't know what they were



They say a stone is a marker

And that it has weight

They say it's solid

But it can deteriorate



The air is like a hand

Reminding her of all the things she's planned

Like air that thought is gone

Never to come again



We came out to the beach

To find the mind I've lost, and cannot reach

I used to keep it here

It was much cleaner then



They say a rose is a flower

And that it is red

It blooms, it grows, it wilts

And then it's dead



They say a stone is a marker

And that it has weight

They say it's solid

But it can deteriorate



They say a rose is a flower

And that it is red

It blooms, it grows, it wilts

And then it's dead



Oh, Rose Kennedy