Mercy Street



Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real

She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam

There in the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone

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