Mercy
I used to admire most a melody
And all it could do with love and words
I used to admire most a poet who
With a pen untangled this world into verse
I used to admire all that I thought profound
I plagiarized the prophets and the saints
Oh but now, now that I’m older
Oh, it’s Mercy that I admire most
I waited out my low youth for a fallow spectacle
In lines snaking round coliseums
I moshed in the drench under fame’s soft fist clenched
And I paid hard earned money just to see ’em
Oh but now, now that I’m older
Oh it’s Mercy that I admire most
I admire the pure of heart that will one thing
I admire the steady in their routine
I admire decision and the mind that endures it
And those who speak, though they be shamed
I admire the reckless voices for the voiceless
And the man standing in the path of tanks
Oh but now, now that I’m older
Oh it’s Mercy that I admire most
Oh it’s Mercy…