Pride
Pride
By Kevin Robey
October 17, 2013
I used to think that I was brave
I battled through what demons gave
A delusional lie to coat my pride
Blindly led by my personal guide
Showed you battle scars with teary eyes
A champion of demons I earned my prize
But what could it mean, every night I died
The moment the sunshine left the blue sky
I’m not a warrior with heroic tales to tell
Just a man who quit every time he fell
I’ve been through hell but lost my grace
Couldn’t save my mind from this place
It’s easy to say I’m better off this way
But I’ve never lived, not even for a day
Laid down quietly to simply waste away
Locked inside my mind with words I couldn’t say
This isn’t redemption, the clarifying thought
That lifts me from the dead to the light that I sought
As I open these bloodshot eyes to the world outside
I see the road ahead with no places left to hide
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