The maria tales

Last night she left again through the window she climbed out
Not one wide open nor of hope
The pictures she took don’t show herself and Jim
But just some old charches of the dales
Maria sleeps
Maria is in love with a priest
Please Maria don’t think that your secret is lost
That night in the hotel both Maria and Jim knelt down
To spend some quiet time in prayer
If to suffer is to live and die is really gain
When that night was their salution
Maria sleeps
Maria is in love with a priest
Please Maria don’t think that your secret is lost
The morning Jim died on Stephen’s road in killingsworth
This tale died along
1200 times the pain and no one to tell her grief
Did god ask for this?
Last night she left again through the window she climbed out
Not one wide open nor of hope
Maria sleeps
Maria is in love with a priest
Please Maria don’t think that your secret is lost