She doesn´t know the man
Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand.
She just looks out to sea.
He´s talking endlessly.

Oh, why won´t he shutup?
I take my medicine
I crush the paper cup.
Oh, maybe he´s my son
And he´s coming to set me free.

She knows that she forgot
That there´s a story and she
Can´t recall the plot.
Of course her family fought
Over the furniture.

Oh, I don´t know why they
Have taken all my favorite things away.
But one thing left´s for sure
I don´t know what they were.

They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it´s solid
But it can deteriorate.

The air is like a hand
Reminding her of all the things she´s planned.
Like air that thought is gone
Never to come again.

We came out to the beach
to find the mind I´ve lost and cannot reach.
I used to keep it here.
It was much cleaner then.

They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.

They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it´s solid
But it can deteriorate.

They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows,
And then it is dead.

Oh, Rose Kennedy.