Pride is the value of a man's life so little
Like the gas fumes that burns on petrol
To have seen a thousand men hang on strings
For theirs as pride was robbed of them so easy
Men with souls search for their identity
What meaning to be defined by in life
Be it as religion or as family
But as family most, most as family
Today I witnessed a man lose his pride
So simply robbed in daylight painful
With such rush audacity of misplaced loyalty
And I feared what edging action would bequest of him
Lonesome in the middle of the night dark
When most thoughts taunts and louds with echo
The laughter of silence quite and penetrating
What most was lost, stolen in the brightest of day
We left our seeds in foreign lands with promise
Where dreams became nightmare of the living
And pages of gospel scrolls with scriptures
Lost a thousand words to thin air
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