Mercy
Speak of grace and of duration
Lands laid fallow, homes forlorn
Speak of holding true to station
Carry through the task alone
Distant land lies calm and warming
Sun shining down upon fine crests
Forbidding pathways slowly trodden
Lead from lower peaks unto the next
Night holds mercy for the weakened
A cloak of friends restores our strength
Until the dawn a respite
Simple dignity presides
In memory our plight lies shameless
And we give thanks for our new toils
Drought and hunger blight left nameless
We will work your everlasting soils
We call, where is the mercy promised me?
Sons of the mighty, of the free
We'll see this through one purposed act
Fallen heavenly, don't turn back
We ask, we plead
We ask to forget our burdened past
We plead, abate us please
For we want no more
Than to bask beneath your warming sun
We want no more than to thank you
For a life that will not drag us down
Speak of grace and of duration
Speak of holding true to station
Speak of friends and of salvation
We call, where is the mercy promised me?
Sons of the mighty, of the free
We've seen this through one purposed act
Fallen heavenly, did not turn back
Lands laid fallow, homes forlorn
Speak of holding true to station
Carry through the task alone
Distant land lies calm and warming
Sun shining down upon fine crests
Forbidding pathways slowly trodden
Lead from lower peaks unto the next
Night holds mercy for the weakened
A cloak of friends restores our strength
Until the dawn a respite
Simple dignity presides
In memory our plight lies shameless
And we give thanks for our new toils
Drought and hunger blight left nameless
We will work your everlasting soils
We call, where is the mercy promised me?
Sons of the mighty, of the free
We'll see this through one purposed act
Fallen heavenly, don't turn back
We ask, we plead
We ask to forget our burdened past
We plead, abate us please
For we want no more
Than to bask beneath your warming sun
We want no more than to thank you
For a life that will not drag us down
Speak of grace and of duration
Speak of holding true to station
Speak of friends and of salvation
We call, where is the mercy promised me?
Sons of the mighty, of the free
We've seen this through one purposed act
Fallen heavenly, did not turn back
Credits
Writer(s): Leslie Bohem, David Kendrick
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.