Mary's words were magic
She graced notebooks with her tears
Turned pages into white doves
Went flying through the years
David's soul was in his voice
He brought passion to the song
Notes lifted him above his pain
When singing he felt strong
A mother has two children
and she holds them to her breast
Although they both are dear to her
Which one does she love best?
If you were on a sinking ship
and you had to choose
Would you save your sanity?
Or would you save your muse?
Mary was my grandma
and David was her son
Madness and depression
Neither could outrun
Grandmother and uncle
For them it was too late
Can I escape and take my art?
Or is their fate my fate?
I stand here their legacy
What will be my part?
Will I have to sacrifice
Sanity for art?
If you were on a sinking ship
and you had to choose
Would you save your sanity?
Or would you save your muse?
