Mother Mary - Cara Dillon

Mary waits at the Tudor Hotel

Strong and assured, yet so feminine

Stands so firm, not so much for herself

As for the unborn baby she carries within

She’s there to decide on the right thing to do

Should she run away, and never look back

Or to go back home and face the truth

'Coz her future’s about to catch up her past

Take your time, Mother Mary

Step light so you don’t fall

You know, life’s just like a baby

We all want to walk before we crawl

She looks through her bag on the marble tiles

A photograph of a brown-eyed man

She keeps it close, she says for her child

Should he ever need to see his Dad

She breathes a sigh and whispers his name

Too many things still left unsaid

Mostly pride, and just a little shame

This world doesn’t like its mothers unwed

Take your time, Mother Mary

Step light so you don’t fall

You know, life’s just like a baby

We all want to walk before we crawl

An old woman stares out the window, lonely and lost

An old couple sits at a table, and Mary thinks, that could be us

Mary waits at the Tudor Hotel

Picks up her bag, makes up her mind

The doors revolve like a circus carousel

Takes one last look, says goodbye

Take your time, Mother Mary

Step light so you don’t fall

You know, life’s just like a baby

We all want to walk before we crawl