Mercy is as mercy does. Wandering the wild. The stars arise watching you. A breath upon a cloud. Two white doves. Two white wings. To carry you away. To a land in memory. A land in memory. The sky is high. The earth is green. And cool below your feet. So swiftly now beneath the bow. Your father waits for thee. To wrap you in his healing hands. As the night sky weeps. Two white doves. Two white wings. To carry you away. For mercy is the healing wind. That whispers as you sleep. That whispers you to sleep