Mercy is as pure as snow
Washes out the pain despair and woe
Lets a river of her loving kindness flow
Sometimes I think she doesn’t know
That I would never let her go
Oh, Mercy is a friend of mine
Who loves the colors of the snow
Who laughs and loves and sings alone
Who I can only wish to comfort
I can’t even tell her that I care
Mercy is it time to go
Far away from this sad place
Into the snow, the cold solace
Of numbness in the white
The many colors of the snow
But there at your front door I turn back
For a single candle, one last thing
Single warming flame of hope
Before the world turns away
Maybe I can someday say
Mercy is a friend of mine
Who wears the colors of the snow
Who will likely never ever know
This stubborn burning candle mine
But who I can call a friend
In the end