If I see her face,
I'll make it worse.
When she asked for her name,
I told the nurse,
Cecilia.
She'll make it on her own
Cuz I know what it feels like.
The ceilings made of stone,
But even that breaks.
I can't see her face
Can't describe the hurt.
In some 60 years
She'll say my name,
Mary.
(chorus)
You came running full circle
Clways end up meeting you this way This way I'll see it through.