Biercation's blog: "Wings For Marie (Maynard's tribute to his late mother)"

At the age of 30, Judith Marie fell victim to a series aneurisms that left her unable to walk, write, read, or dress. Her peripheral vision, speech, and motor skills were significantly impaired, so suffice to say her dream of traveling the world was pretty much out of the question. However her memories were completely intact. During moments of clarity and focus she would, with great difficulty, describe a life long recurring dream. "Since I was a child I used to dream that I could fly. I would stand on one leg, look up towards the sky, and with my arms lifted out and up, my fingers stretched towards the sun, the wind would come and swirl all around me. And then gently lift me up into the air. This is how I would travel. This is how I was able to see the whole world."

Wings For Marie (Part 1) 

You believed in movements none could see.
You believed in me
A passionate spirit. Uncompromised
Boundless and open. A light in your eyes
Then immobilized

Broken, broken
Fell at the hands of those movements I wouldn't see
Yet, it was you who prayed for me
So, what have I done to be a son to an angel
What have I done to be worthy

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this selfish question, but
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
She never told a lie. Well might've told a lie,
But never lived one. Didn't have a life
But surely saved one.
See? I'm alright, now it's time for us to let you go.

10,000 Days (Wings Part 2) 

Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we'd follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we'll rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations,
But None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...

Ignorant siblings in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy. Spare me...
None of them can even hold a candle up to you,
Blind by their own choice, these hypocrites won't see.

But enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
your little piece of the divine
This little light of mine, a gift you passed onto me,
I'm gonna let it shine, to guide you safely on your way.
Your way home...

What are they gonna do when the lights go down
without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way but all eyes are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way that They'll only read about
I only pray heaven knows when to lift you out.

10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home...

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
"I have come home now!

Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now! My time now!
Give me my wings!"...

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
Should you see your maker's face tonight
Look him in the eye and tell him
"I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one Hallelujah,
It's time for you to bring me home."