How did this all come to pass? That a mother should see her son's death I now know the cruelty of men is a bottomless well To be filled with blood I know your pain isn't mine But, I feel the cut is still alive Like an endless river cascading Upon the cold, hard ground Oh Maria Yes, we carry on Yes, we carry through For all other days to go by I am sure of nothing except this: That what we call love Is as much a blessing as a curse Oh Maria Yes, we carry on Yes, we carry through