she, she’s just a picture
and the reason is so small
she and i, we could’ve built home
but she’s just a picture, and
four walls don’t make home
how i dream they could
how i day-dream and night-scream
for Mercy’s Song, to come tip my prideful chest
so that i can finally get on my knees, and beg
for mercy, in song
because though she’s just a picture
and her dimensions so small
she’s big! she only responds to song
how i loved that
how she loved song, and
smiled tall, and danced
corners away yet felt like home
how we curved and felt like song
she and i, we could’ve built home
how i walked away for what feels so small