Mercy

I was confused by the way the sun rose this morning

Not that it rose any differently

Not that it rose too fast or too slow

I guess I was just confused

That hell broke loose

And everything changed

And we wrapped ourselves in darkness for warmth.

And bid goodbye to the light

And the world changed as we knew it.

And we had a hand in that.

So we named ourselves undeserving.

But the sun 

Well the sun had still shone up.