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...