Mother Mary, Mother Mary, whisper in my ear. Give me something tangible to touch – Something audible to hear. Send me a sign, so I know I am alive I want to know it is not in vain that I let this world inscribe This mark upon my soul. Give me a sign to make me whole. Help me find peace through the chaos. Just let me know you’re in control.
Mother Mary, Mother Mary, whisper in my ear. I know each breath could be my last – Yet, my death I do not fear. I’ve been shackled by my questions And I’ve watched them as they’ve grown. I searched endlessly for answers – When all along I should have known That the answers I seek are not ones that can be found. So I pray that you’ll whisper. I pray I’ll hear the sound. I pray that death holds more than what we bury in the ground.
It’s been nearly twenty years, and somehow I still have faith. But I fear the truths I know are lies; I fear that virtue is a waste. Still, I wait for your whisper, Mother Mary, Mother Mary. Despite how much I’ve suffered; this burden I still carry. Because I trust this world holds reason. I trust my struggle wasn’t worthless. Mother Mary, Mother Mary, I pray I suffer for a purpose.