Mary..she left,they saw her running in the darkness
of a railway station
The nights with police alarms in that suburban city
they say she feel nostalgic for us..Mary
Mary feels alone,Mary is cared,
I saw Mary crying asking an answer from the sky
And now her eyes don't lie,has the look of who hides from people
Her father's obscene abuses
Mary don't wanna talk and hide the pain in a paper of her diary
In her hands looking old pictures asking help in a prayer
On her wrists the signs of all those yeas closed in a jail
Her mom that knows everythings and stay silent
Now her face wears the signs of another failure
I saw her walk around the city with no direction
in her schoolbag memories that have durt her life
betrayed in one second by who gave her birth
on her body the signs of a father that for Mary is dead now
Mary is tired now,has no more tears and ask the destiny a smile
but its closed in a dream at night..
Mary..she left,they saw her running in the darkness
of a railway station
The nights with police alarms in that suburban city
they know she was escaping,it wasnt enough runnin,
they say she feel nostalgic for us..Mary
that walks on safe paths now
she is looking for honest smiles beyond the walls of this city,Mary
walking on safer paths on your diary writting
"that beast is not my father"
Now I get to think when you used to talk to me in ters
saying "i'll never change this life but I'm trying as hard as I can,I'm praying(hugging me)..you'llsee I'll come back"..
Hey look,theres Mary in the train station again,
she's holding two people's hands
her beautiful face change look now with no more drops of pain
she is kissing her man and the baby girl born from her first true love
with that smile that gives a meanning and everything left
protected by a horrible world that she discovered too soon
she has a hurt soul,a stolen inosense
Mary knows life isnt a fairytale but she turn into a fairy
walking slowly she seem happy,an eternal challenge is waiting
but she is not scared anymore
She was in another place when her father died,Mary stares his grave running impossible tears
People ask if its Mary in that street,she came back in a fresh day with dew,she grow up,she is tired to cry knowing how hard this life can be
she change it,Mary she is looking for honest smiles
beyond the walls of this city,Mary
walking on safer paths on your diary writting
"that beast is not my father"