Pride in My Life
One big gulp, I swallowed my conscious fear
Looking over the decisions on to next
Not a splash, it seems, no sign of a tear
Inside a teddy for someone who wept
Cracking under the words no truth was told
But a smile she took on for a long while
Visiting the past, no story got old
The foolish things sat and sang in a pile
No need for others to see a man fail
I take no envy of the blossom things
They told no interest in a short tail
Hold my head up high I soon start to sing
Eyes are cold but strong. Not a frown, but pride
There is no great flaw or burden to hide
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