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My Pride

"My Pride"  Lyrics by Daniel May

A man once told me that I couldn't come back,
Our secret too un-safe to be sound.

I begged and I plead-ed for my unsworn little life! 
That, with him, I'd finally be found.

He touched me.
He tore me,
Deeeep-er and clipped my wings far from the ground.

In pieces I fell,
Into the swell.
Swirling like dust to the ground.


My pride is what's keeping me from telling you,
The truth,
The pain of what's going down.
I'm a lost little boy with no sheep to be found and each day just feels like the same.

My Mother,
She scold me,
And told me,
"You can be anything that you work to be."
But running and jumping through fiery rings,
Leaves men singed,
Burnt so black they can't see.

She held me,
and told me... "There's a light at the end of this tunnel! Don't leave befooore it gleeeams."
And then she let me go,
(with) My pride in tow,
to find what I just couldn't see... (was) in front of me.

My pride is what's keeping me from telling you,
That I don't know which way to be.
I'm running.
I'm terrified,
I'm just giving up and it- seems- easierrr....

What makes me stronger,
Almost was the death of me.
If I hadn't kept tripping,
I wouldn't still be trudging.
On the road to find the real me.

My Pride is the joy and pain in what I'm telling you,
Of all that I've learned how to be.
It's not that I'm famous,
The Terrible Musts,
Requirements that lead me to bleed. 


My Pride is US beautiful,
Holding eachother up. 
We're dancing; this erupted stream.
One day it will be more than just "them" and "us".
Our Pride is what's beautiful.
Our Pride is what's beautiful.
(repeat/fade)

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