Woorden: Ari Hest. Twelve Mondays. Mercy.

I met a man responsible
For an unforgivable crime
We were at a bar and he said to me
Ia??m out, Ia??ve done my time

But you know I will always be begging for mercy

A few seats down at the corner of the bar
Sat a mother of two
She said shea??d given up her babies for
To start her life anew
All that wea??ve done we hang on to
All that wea??ve done we belong to
All that wea??ve done carries on


Now I feel like the lucky one
Unlike how I felt before
Cause thankfully what Ia??ve done wrong,
The guilt I can ignore

You know I wona??t be beggin for
I wona??t be asking for
I wona??t be desperate for mercy

All that wea??ve done carries on