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Late last night I awoke in a dream |
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To the sound of a voice that was almost a scream |
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Oh oh oh |
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From out of the city and out of the street |
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Out where the wind hits the cold concrete |
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Oh oh oh |
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It's cold outside |
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Darkness your enemy |
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No place to hide |
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The voice said this to me |
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In your doorways I have shivered |
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In your alleys I have gone to ground |
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But I will be delivered |
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Someday I will be mercy bound |
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I dreamed again it was west L.A. |
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On a crowded street on a hot summer day |
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She was alone |
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Three months late and beginning to show |
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In a midriff blouse she would soon outgrow |
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She had no one to call |
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And no way home |
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And in my mind |
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I knew I'd seen myself |
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But in our blindness |
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It always seems like someone else |
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There I was a rag a bone |
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A remnant in your lost and found |
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I was for once truly alone |
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Longing to be mercy bound |
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And I knew that I would wander as child in the forest |
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Till they found me |
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And I called out to them but I could not penetrate the silence |
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All around me |
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And when I wake I know you'll comfort me |
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And I won't sleep again for an eternity |
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But others lie awake at night |
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In desperation more profound |
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And the coming of the morning light |
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Will not see them mercy bound |
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And some will never dream again |
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From sleeping on the ground |
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Just longing to belong |
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And dying to be mercy bound |
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Oh please don't stop your dreaming |
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Someday we'll all be mercy bound |
