Pride Resteered
As great as I am
Please bear my pride
Can't live out with it
Mean,can't live without it
Stricken Down
Like a puppet in the puppeteer's
Like nothing, as a musketeers
crawling with blood smeared,pain in arrears
So risen,looking at the battle ground,bare
Swore,never to again fall,there
Walking as swords saw men off
into two, and into tombs
Never touched, I was proud
Evidence of a strength,they suspect
So men opened the way,all around
Crawling dead,battered with wounds, even groaned and rolled away,aside for a great
So I stepped,Never felt this
So honored,Crown,none,eternal furlough
So maybe, Pride is a belief
That you are who you are not,
So I choose,resteering the steer,remembering of she that fell,the titanic who God couldn't fall, but struck, so falls
To make up and to believe
So since then ,in honour, was received
Copyright © Akin Jegede | Year Posted 2016
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