If you show them the hour,
I'm the last plate, holding you
So grip and striff ; I await for
Sixty hard minutes to drift you.
If you tread inch by inch,
Look back dear, I'm in your end
Following your every single inch
Though i know, we could never blend.
If you come as the tip of nails,
I'm the screw that serves.
Ready to bend any farer trails,
For the need you desire.
~ Mercy
