To Mercy House we came
Over and over again
We tell her where we've been
"Do you think you could take us in?"
The answer is always the same
In Mercy House we hide
But just for the sake of our pride
She sews up all the holes
In our older brother's clothes
And tells us it's safe to go outside

Eleos Dojo
Eleos Dojo
Eleos Dojo
Come home, come home, come home come home, Come home
Come home.

At Mercy House we fell
Down to the bottom of her well
She tries to coax us out
She cups her hands and shouts,
"Oh, but think of the stories you will tell!"

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Writer(s): NERISSA NIELDS