if in the economy of mercy
- i am a a poor and begging man
here i make make my mark
alone in this could rain i stand
in front of your doorstep-
heart in hand
the mat i'm standing on
tells me i am welcome
but if i make this offering to you
vulnerable
do you promise not to break it in two?
oh here i am
this is where i stand
heart in hand
surrodned by the encomy of mercy
i'm still just a poor and begging man