Your life is tangled up in a tight knot,

the idea of happiness is not even a thought!

Hardships and troubles make tears flow down your face,

And you lose not only your roots but your base.

 Drowning in a pool of terror and darkness,

Alas, life piles up as a frightening mess.

As words become a muffled cry on your lips when you pray,

Oh, you are deprived of the guidance, path, and way.

Lost in the forest of struggles and dread.

You go to Mother Mary.

You cry to Mother Mary with so much helplessness in your voice,

for the fact that you have decided to sin even with a choice.

Ah, she holds her hands out to you with so much joy,

A fountain of mercy gushes forth for every girl and boy!

Her cheeks are glowing with tenderness,

As you remember that she will never love you less.

She holds you with her loving arms,

and the coldness melts in your heart as it warms.

Your tears transform into a crown of silky roses for her head,

as she lays you down in her heart so bright and red.

As you move your fingers from bead to bead,

you see crimson roses blooming from the seed.

The fragrant roses fill the air as they bloom,

she takes away all the fears and doom!

You hear her voice as a melodious tune,

telling you that she will take care of everything soon.

When things get tough and life takes a turn for the worst,

You must come to Mother Mary first.

She will cradle you in your arms and never let go,

And nourish you with words that come in a delightful flow.

My Mother Mary will gift you with a precious rose,

As she holds you tight and close.