Sinclair-Petersen
The sight was seen, her head it pounds
The sounds she heard were never to fade.
Just a simple brat, her loving
Eyes have seen a vision.
Too young to know, too young to care.
But she was the chosen one
Her name was Maria
From Heaven to Hell and back again
From Heaven to Hell and back again
From Heaven to Hell and back again.
And Maria, how tall you grew
You showed them all.
Miracles are what you gave them
Now they believed.
Too young to know, too young to care.
But she was the chosen one
Her name was Maria
From Heaven to Hell and back again
From Heaven to Hell and back again
From Heaven to Hell and back again
From Heaven to Hell and back again
From Heaven to Hell and back again.