Mother Mary Takes Quantitative Steps With Me

I've got to exploit all my mistakes. Be the best I can be Mother Mary, I too adore thee. Mother Mary doesn't chastise or exploit me. she only smiles at me knowingly, like she's the portrait of the Mona Lisa, Mother Mary, I adore thee you lay me down with foundations stronger then the roots of any walnut tree you are the light in the void, the vessel that holds me like a flower in a crystal lead vase, I do adore thee. Mother Mary, you have restorative powers over me. Mother Mary doesn't penalize me? With her blessings and her grace, I'm as happy as can be Mother Mary, like a tree surgeon, gently fells me Let me fall into a forest tranquillity, in her arms like a lamb, she carries me returning me to the glade - I always should have been. Mother Mary takes quantitative steps with me in a journey through my heart she takes bold steps furtively in the dark climb a mountainous path through some rocky scree where I suckle and grow ever, ever strong, she restores a sense of family well-being where I belong.