Mary. Can you feel this?
This skin and flesh
That was your son
Now it's over and done
What a mess?

Mothers usually never let go
Counting fingers and toes
You were never that careful
Ask me why I am so hateful

And I'll tell you:
When you are through
Learning to grow up
And learn that luck
Is a myth...

It's about timing
Or did you not get the memo?
It's about being there
When it means something
It's about caring just because

Mary. Can you hear this?
I am screaming and crying
Mary. Can you feel this?
I could have been dying?
Where were you?