Mary, on the sea-kissed cliff
Eternally waiting, ever debating
Diving, a final freedom from
The walls she spent her days facing
Before, knew no more
Than bare plaster and spared thoughts
Unanswered letters from a snared heart
All she's loved is all she's lost, yet
Weary, on the sea-kissed cliff
She'll stay waiting, quietly fading
'Fore she goes home again
To the walls that kept her secrets
Before, walls that know more
Than love ever will, or ever did
Spent screams and quietly gritted teeth
Torn letters and spilt ink
And all she was is all she's lost, yet
She's still Mary, on the sea-kissed cliff.
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