Mary's Way

Mary's own way had always been the way of dreams
Dreams of life to which her way could not be seen
This way was that of brilliance
The brilliance of night and day
All days of her life did she have the dreams her way
The dreams of contentment
Dreams she could not say
Mary o dear Mary would never be the same
For if Mary had her way the way of what she would say
To say that of Mary's way would be death to those with breath
No breath would come in life
No breath would Mary posses
No breath just death at best a mess for Mary's longsome self
For the rest of Mary's breath would be breath of death at best
And only the best would be left to dream a dream in bed
Left for all to say
To say as they lay by the bay
The bay were Mary stays
For Mary is the Queen
The Queen of all the lands
The lands from which we dream
The dreams from all of man
These dream from her soul
For all her dreams are our dreams
And these dreams she dreams no more
So now without her dream Mary's life is nothing but pointless
A pointless dream or hope that causes Mary to live no more