The Mercy Of The Fallen

Oh my fair North Star
 I have held to you dearly
 I had asked you to steer me
 To one cloud scattered night
 I got lost and in my travels
 I met Leo the Lion
 Met and a king and met a giant
 With their errant might
 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 answer
 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
 And if your sister or your brother
 Were stumbling on their last mile
 In a self-inflicted exile
 You'd wish for them a humble friend
 And I hope someday
 That the best of Falstaff's planners
 Give me seven half-built 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