Song for Mary
How did this all come to pass?
That a mother should see her son's death
I now know the cruelty of men is a bottomless well
To be filled with blood
I know your pain isn't mine
But, I feel the cut is still alive
Like an endless river cascading
Upon the cold, hard ground
Oh Maria
Yes, we carry on
Yes, we carry through
For all other days to go by
I am sure of nothing except this:
That what we call love
Is as much a blessing as a curse
Oh Maria
Yes, we carry on
Yes, we carry through
Writer/s: Geert van der Velde
