In the shadow of a statue that was cast within her womb
Did the darkness make her heart become an empty tomb
Hail Mary so full of grace with such a sadness in her face
Could she feel the cold dead air that fills that empty place
Flesh and blood of earthly clay made with fragile bone
A mortal mix that yielded an image in hallowed stone
It stands in cemeteries and adorns the naves of church
A powerful image that mankind cannot easily besmirch
With a somber countenance and with arms outstretched
While a promise of life everafter on his face is etched
Many worship within the shadows devoid of a holy glow
Since that day of agony that a mother should never know
Within infinite shadows each no deeper than the other
the sacrifice of the Son and the anguish of the Mother
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