Maria (La Solitaria)

Waking up in the Nevada Desert, after being beaten and left to die under the sun I saw her silhouette against the rising sun, coming from the east Rapped in white clothes that shuffled with the wind A wind that didn't really exist It wasn't until she was a few inches away that her face came into focus She kneeled next to me and gave me water from a bota bag she had with her Just a few drops I could smell the dry blood stuck to my face Burned to her touch I was thirsty and wanted more water, but I was to get no more She cared for my wounds with ointments she carried with her Then she got up and walked towards the now setting sun It wasn't until I was finally out of danger and resting in a hospital in Lund When I realized what she had done for me How with just a few drops of water and her caring touch, she had saved my life It was also here that I found out the story of Lady Maria 'La Solitaria' The one who gave her life, her last few drops of life, to a dying man in the desert And who was found dead on her way to Lund