Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Proud

Pride goes before destruction
Walking with heads held high
The haughty ones soon will fall
No faith without works to be shown
You must see the proof before any are believed
Is love like this for you as well?
Must a miracle occur for you to see
That when I reached out to you
You took without a word and threw me to the ground
Without even looking back
You spit on me and never gave me another chance
Even in my sin of doing nothing at all
The sin that I always seem to be blamed for
Speak the words that you are proud of me
And it all means nothing when I'm not proud of myself
Craving for me to see the me that other may see
There is this part of me that drives to be free
You were never the one who cared
More love came from perfect strangers them from thee
The perfecters of my hatred
Creating thoughts in me that make me bleed
I must stand for something today and it must be me
To be proud that I am changing the ways you've set for me
So hard to see past the fires you start to end me
I will break through and fight until the end time
Showing all that I can once and for all be proud of me

1 Comments:

Blogger The Oriental Express said...

Enjoyed your blog of poems.

You write well. For someone so youthful, you show maturity in your writing. Keep it up.

From Singapore with best wishes,

Choo Choo (http://ganchau.blogspot.com)

19/4/06 5:11 PM  

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