Mary is basically...
lost without her lamb, vicious or not...
Stood by that thing, unconditionally
For she new a softer, gentler young lamb
Perhaps, she the only one that truly saw
The sparkle in it's eyes, her beast...her baby
And now her heart aches terribly
For all those years of numbing
Only temporary relief, now a price to pay
For each, not able to be freed
They'll be together again someday