like shackles on your feet.
With you
I can't compete.
When it comes to terms like these
I fall down
to my knees. . .
Oh Lord,
won't you help me?
I can't seem to see
and all I beg for
is mercy.
Now,
that you're on your feet
Pride
you are standing on it. . .
The morning sun
shines down on your face.
As you blink your eyes awake
memories start to fade.
You stand there all alone
reaching for tomorrow.
Forget our yesterdays,
leave your troubles here
today.
As you go through your door
-Pride
it makes you strong.
So leave it all behind
take it
-Pride-
and you'll be mine. . .
Once again,
you've committed that deadly sin.
Unpardonable and heineous
no- I don't know what to say.
Your pride
it just gets in the way.
I have to leave you now
I'd forgive you
but don't know how. . .
