[Watchman] The word was not false because the gate called it treason, The prison grew darker while policy changed with the season. Bring ropes and old rags, [Answer] No water in the pit, only mud at the floor, A prophet sank slowly where princes heard no more. Mercy can be practical, quiet, and brave. [Watchman] Pad the wounded arms before pulling him upward, An outsider may rescue whom rulers condemn. Bread lasted daily until bread was gone, [Answer] A frightened king kept asking what he would not obey. One final choice waited behind a secret door: Surrender and live, or watch fire take the city. [Bridge] The ropes raised the body, not the burdened word; He left the mud carrying the same message he entered with. [Final Chorus] Bring ropes and old rags, Mercy can be practical, quiet, and brave. The ropes raised the body, not the burdened word;