Sarah McLachlan - Mary
Mary walks down to the waters edge,
and there she hangs her head.
To find herself faded,
a 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,
and 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...
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