I walked away from Mercy out to the deepest woods
Entered by the river at the only place I could
Fed a fire and watched the smoke
Like something climbing free
Leaning like a ladder and calling after me

That I could rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung

I've made my peace with Mercy
As quick as it may be
To betray my confidence is how I choose to see
What had come together now are pieces in my hand
Fraying at the knees that buckled long before we stand

That I could rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung
Begging to be sung

The snow flies, its' confetti like the end of a parade
Leaves a vacant silence knee-deep in the charade
That here's the end of hunger, this feasting of the soul
When all the while it's waited for the night to swallow whole

So I might rise from what may shine
Keep your place, surrender mine
As if your name as old as time
Waited like a song upon the tongue
Of all the mercy begging to be sung

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Writer(s): Aoife Maria O'Donovan, Joseph Lee Henry