Sometimes, we struggle for things we really shouldn't struggle for, seeing as there are more important things that need our attention.
This is actually inspired by the Pope's death and the Terri Schiavo case. The character "Mary" is an illusion to the mother of Jesus.
The other day I show up at Mary's house
And her husband's drinking a beer
I say, "It's been so long since I've sat on this couch;
What's happened these past eighteen years?"
"Everybody's been laughing at my name."
A tear rolls down her cheek
She looks up at me from her crochet
and doesn't even speak
This world is full of ugliness;
I can see it in her eyes
She doesn't even know it
But everytime I visit I cry on the inside
She said, "You don't even know me
I'm just a picture in a frame
to show off to your friends at work
so you can share my fame.
You might as well be honest
and admit that you're a lie
Better hunt your demons
And take all the love from inside
And put it on the outside.
Do you remember the day
They took that man away
and put him in a box of glass
too many of the dead on display
I remember seeing that wriggling mass
And they bowed to a human
As if he divine
While ignoring the woman
dead on the inside
With her string being held
So she wouldn't float into the sky
She said, "You don't even know me
I'm just a picture in a frame
to show off to your friends at school
so you can share my fame.
You might as well be honest
and admit that you're a lie
Better hunt your demons
And take all the love from inside
And put it on the outside.
And we fight for our mothers
And we fight for our rights
And we fight for our country
And we fight for our lives
But we're fighting each other
We're just fighting to fight
Fight for love, fight for fear
you can fight, you can fight, you can fight, but
You don't even know me
I'm just a picture in a frame
to hang up on your fucking wall
so you can share my fame.
You might as well be honest
and admit that you're a lie
Better hunt your demons
And take all the love from inside
And put it on the outside.