for mary

what's the matter mary?
why are you crying, another nightmare?
come sit on mother's lap.
what's that mary? you don't have a mother?

mary had a lit-tle lamb, lit-tle lamb...

our protector, the nurturer
lovers of themselves more than us.
our mother, our savior
but ours were slayers.
slayers of little girl pink
did she ever once think about us?
slayers of little girl dreams
all bundled-up pretty in little girl ribbons.
slayers of bath time and bed-time stories
while monsters waited to drown us
then crawled under our beds every night
to tell us how b-a-a-a-a-d we'd been.

lit-tle lamb, lit-tle lamb...

don't cry mary it wasn't our fault
mother kicked us to the gutter
like yesterdays garbage
then went on with her life
as though we'd never been born.
i know you're torn mary,
between feeling hollow
and wanting to find an empty field
where you can scream your heart out
why mommy? Why MOMMY? WHY?
you want to scream so loud
the spittle flying out of your lips
becomes crimson with all those raging questions
keep screaming mary
then i'll tell you a secret...

mary had a lit-tle lamb it's fleece was white as...death.

feeling better mary? i hope so
because here's the secret -
there are no answers.
it is time to sacrifice that lit-tle lamb
to shed the childhood fleece that would haunt you
to the grave if you let it.
life won't let you rewind, or undo, or redo
that's just the way of things mary.
you can't let this get in the way of things mary.
you are stronger for all of the horror
you had to endure but little girl lost
will become a whole woman found someday
if you just let her
mary...

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