Mercy on this Wounded Heart

Pull him down to the bottom of the sea

He could ease even the rivers ad the trees

 

Mercy on this wounded heart prison of his soul

He gives to you his heart’s desire, waiting to be whole

 

Chanting head screaming out his misery

They couldn’t bear the sound of his grief

 

He couldn’t live without her, take her with you

and never ever turn around

Weep your bloodless shadows take her with you

and never ever turn around

 

He could ease even the rivers and the trees

They couldn’t bear the sound of his grief

 

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