When silver-blue orbs can stare into your eyes. The tears that should fall locked inside. When they can no longer stand on their own two feet But are chained to life, begging to be free. And youre the only caring soul for miles around. What he asks of you...mercy...can you let him down?Your heart constricts as you hold the knife And you wonder again what makes this right? To stop the suffering with gentle blow, To hold his hand while his spirit lets go.Cause there's no other way right?With evil all around. Your hand free, His chained down. You want to free him and God knows you've tried, but he's stuck still. Begging for mercy...Begging to die...