Wrapped in sheets you lay, But only for a little while. You are beautiful, Mysterious.. alive. Your blood fell upon The stone.. Her tears cleaned The stains, Like a river washing Away sins. Your eyes meet in short Glances.. You will make it all knew, you said.. then you moved on with the cross to bare. No weakness in your heart., as at your mother you do stare. she sees only wisdom and the beauty of her son.