Good morning mary...

"Hello Mary, good morning"
No words but tirelessly yawning,
I can see people speaking
Another breakfast I'll be eating
My eyes are my words
How long left on this earth?
"Mary, I'll just pop this apron on you to protect your lovely jumper"
Look at me, can you see what I'm saying?
Sleep in my eyes, repeat, repeat, same old tasting
"Have you had a good sleep Mary?"
Vacant look, she just keeps blinking
To associate this tree I see blowing, with medication
The sun I see is glowing, but living isn't suffocation
I've grew beautiful life in my womb
Now I'm fed by you and a little spoon
Do my tastebuds change? As I don't know what's in my mouth
I can't hear you, as people in here are talking too loud
To prolong my life
I do wonder why
Can you see that in my eyes?
If so, is all this worthwhile?
Spoon after spoon, the tree is in bloom
I'll see you again as I'll be in bed soon
(I wish she spoke of what she's thinking)
Why is it thick when I seem to be drinking
Are you still looking at me?
Do you see a woman that's free?
All these questions but no speech
I'm just in a wheelchair weak and frail
I know that you care, I see it on your face
Don't be sad for me Wayne, I've had a happy life
I still breathe, I may not speak, but I still have my eyes
I know that you care, this you must embrace
I have the tree in my living days
You may not hear me
But my eyes are saying
Good morning to you aswel Wayne...