Breathing sweet mercy into my mask
While juggling knives on horseback
How we crossed the desert
I never found out
Fewer returned than set out
The desert was nothing
The flooding was worse
Then organized cruelty
Caused people to burst
Breathing sweet mercy into my mask
Hoping that mercy isn’t too much to ask
For people who do all the things that we did
The things we can see and the things that we hid
We have to get better
We keep getting worse
The things we keep hidden
Must come to light first