To my surprise, she seemed better than ever New confidence and a face put together Still she was sweet, but not quite as weak There was a lift in her posture and something clear in her speech And none of them said a word of the ordeal So I guess we all have different ways to heal And as we flew home we felt a little bit strange In how we found the whole thing arranged But who is it for us to say what it takes for someone to find their own worth and will to go on?And as for the future, who knows what's in store? But our Maryanne is silent no more Is silent no more Is silent no more Is silent no more Is silent no more Is silent no more













