She’s gone to visit her home again
but it seems to become a wasteland
overgrown with weeds she feels she must leave
for at this sight she cannot stand

She was Crazy Mary a long time ago
with newspaper walls and a bulb hung low
always asking for a ride into town
but Mother never wanted to let her go

When she did pick her up her arms flung in the air
saying “Not Crazy Mary. She’s without a care.”
but what she didn’t know is we were saving her
from a father who’s hand was without a dare

Mary ran away one year from the troubles of this town
the old men sitting by the store, they just drowned
to a new world she would become Queen
and one day return wearing her shiny crown

But never did she expect what she has found here
like a lightning bolt had struck leaving its sear
so Mary just sat staring at her past
thinking that her end too must be near