Shepherd

So you say you're ninety nine percent,
with your bruised face,
bleeding lip,
and blackend eye.

So you say you're ninety nine percent,
with your eyes red,
from all the tears that have fallen,
from all the suffering you've endured.

So you say you're ninety nine percent,
with a bruised, broken heart;
and a confidence shattered,
by the harsh criticism of this damming world.

So you say you're ninety nine percent,
you say you're all right;
but I know you better than that,
why won't you tell me?

So you say you're ninety nine percent,
even in the darkest hour;
and when you stumble in the darkness,
and cut your knee on the hard ground...

...I'll pick you up,
and keep you moving on,
and moving on,
out of the darkness;

Back into the light.