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...
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