I’ve got to exploit all my mistakes
Be the best I can be
Mother Mary, I too adore thee,
Mother Mary, she doesn’t chastise or exploit me
She only smiles at me knowingly,
Like she’s the portrait of the Mona Lisa,
Mother Mary, I adore thee
You lay me down with foundations stronger
Then the roots of any walnut tree
You are the light in the void the vessel that holds me
Like a flower in a crystal lead vase, I too adore thee
Mother Mary, you have restoring-powers over me.
Mother Mary doesn’t penalize-me.
With her blessings, her grace I’m as happy as can be
Mother Mary, like a tree surgeon, gently fells me
Let’s me fall in a forests tranquillity,
In her arms like a lamb, she carries me
Returning me to a glade, I always-should-have been.
Mother Mary takes quantitative steps with me
In a journey through my heart
She takes bold-steps furtively in the dark
Climb’s a mountainous path through some rocky scree
Where-I-suckle and grow ever, ever-strong,
She restores a sense of family wellbeing where I belong.
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