Rosary from Northwest by Mark Perry

Rosary

My Uncle John had a rosary
Hidden in the corner of his room
I think he thought it was a secret
Nobody else could see

One day I asked him
Hey what is that for?
He said it’s really just a symbol
Of a personal war

My Mother kicked him under the table
Said tell him what’s true
Some lives were straight ahead
But that was never you

When you became a Priest
I never saw our Mother so proud
When you walked in with Susan
She knelt down - and prayed out loud

Our Father forgive him
Our Father I pray
Our Father forgive us all
Make it go away

Another drink of red wine
He said where do I begin
In a small dark room
Listening to people’s sins

There were desperate voices
I heard so many days
No prayers
Could ever make go away

I woke up that morning
Knew I had to make a change in my life
Susan and I both shook
When I asked her to be my wife

The Bishop stared at me and said
You know you can never come back
You walk out that door and you are forever gone
And you will remain
unforgiven

Thought I knew where I was going
I was wrong
Started walking away
And slowly I felt strong

Still in times of trouble
And in times of doubt
Alone in that dark room
I blow the candle out

Some things happen in life
And you have no choice
And some nights
I still hear my Mother’s voice

© Mark Perry, 2021 | www.markperry.ca

• Americana folk
• Folk
• singer-songwriter
• Smithers