Mercy of The Fallen

Oh, my fair North Star I have held to you dearly I had asked you to steer me 'Til one cloud scattered night I got lost in my travels I met Leo the lion Met a king and met a giant With their errant knight There's the wind and the rain And the mercy of the fallen Who say they have no claim To know what's right There's the weak and the strong And the beds that have no answers And that's where I may rest my head tonight I saw all the bright people In imposing flocks they landed And they got what they demanded And they scratched at the ground Then they flew, and the field Grew as sweetly for the flightless Who had longing yet despite this They could hear every sound There's the wind and the rain And the mercy of the fallen Who say they have no claim To know what's right If your sister or your brother Were stumbling on their last mile In a self-inflicted exile We'd wish for them a humble friend And I hope someday That the best of Falstaff's planners Give me seven half-filled manors Where half-dreams may dream without end There's the wind and the rain And the mercy of the fallen Who say, "Hey, it's not my place To know what's right" There's the weak and the strong And the many stars that guide us We have some of them inside us