Eleanor is showing signs of stress and fatigue. She prays to Mary for comfort.

“I fear my heart will break. I am tired, I am weak.

The hardships I have seen. The future always bleak.

I fear my heart will break. In two? No, tiny pieces.

And then may I rest awhile. In love that never ceases.

Hear my voice oh queen of heaven, please placate my fears.

Look down upon me grovelling, in this valley of tears.

Star of the sea, show mercy to me.

This mis’ry runs deep, oh hear my plea.

Here I stand before you in my sin, see my contrition.

Show your mercy comfort me, make haste in your volition.

Torment refrain, my heart can take no more pain.

This mis’ry runs deep, my strength doth wane.

I’m down on my knees.

Hope has gone with the promise that we could be free.

I come to you.

I fly, my spirit is light.

And my heart doth find comfort in the night.

I fly to you, I fly to you.

My spirit is light, I fly to you.”