Marry-Jane
Her life is embraced by the darkness,
Aware of the light
But looks at her life
And only see its blackness,
Nobody holds her hand when she walks,
No ear is eager enough
To listen when she talks,
No matter how loud she cries
No man will wipe her tears,
All alone she weeps
Solo like Adam before Eve
Waiting to face her fears,
She knows best
How hard this life is,
Lay no judgment upon her
And she will show you
Where heaven is,
Still in the days
Of her youth,
A student in life
Trying to uncover the truth,
Oh!
How I wish
I could be one with her
When she cries,
Comfort her
And be the second wing
When she flies,
Give her strength
When she carries her cross,
And constantly remind her
Of the love from the higher force,
I wish I could be the one
To take away her pain,
And shelter her
In times of rain,
I think, you too
Should meet her,
Her name is Marry-Jane
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