Pride is ugly
It snarls in the face of those you love
It'll hold you captive, trust me
Hold you with the heaviest chains you could dream up
You'll try to break free now and then
But pride's claws hold you in its grasp
You can't seem to escape it
Can't seem to turn your back
But you are playing blind
All it takes is to look at pride's ugly face
And it'll be your own self you recognize
Not a strange monster, but one familiar that you created
The only way to escape your fear is to look it in the eyes
And the only way to help someone else, is to first pull the log out of your own eye
Originally posted on my blog, RIthimus Poeta. (@rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)
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