MARY (spoken)
I remember everything you ever wrote for me. Every poem, every sonnet, every song!
JOHN (spoken)
I was a child, Mary!
Once upon a time in a land far away
A boy of only nine had a prayer he would say
When the sky was growing dark and the clouds were filled with rain
Always he retreated to that comforting refrain
And he cried out loud
And he cried out with tears
Hoping somewhere far beyond the clouds
He'd find someone who hears
Someone who truly hears
And no one understood why he went off alone
Deep into the woods far from his home
Though they often asked him why
He could never quite explain
Why he had to wander SO to ease his earthly pain
MARY, JOHN
And he cried out loud
And he cried out with tears
Hoping somewhere far beyond the clouds
He'd find someone who hears
Someone who truly hears

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