She holds tight her Rosary beads
Kneeling down amongst all the weeds
Hoping they don't go to seed
Praying for relief

Mumbling in monotone
Knowing she is not alone
In the heart of the Father at home
Even rocks groan

Sorrow builds itself a nest
Justly in its righteousness
How much more can she take of this
World where ignorance is bliss

Hangs with the sinners and saints
Who's who is at times hard to say
No need to give it away
Where there will come a day

But until that day comes
Refuses to go totally numb
To much truth in her soul to play dumb
With the beads she'll tightly hold on