The Death Of A Pride
Long gone are those days
When I knew no pride
I still had a land and a home
And a yard to play
But I thought pride would lift me up
So I made it come in to my way.
I went to the wild a gun in my hand
And fought a war to earn pride
High and down I searched in the moors
Shuffled the grass far and wide,
And there it was….
Lying behind the thorns
Defying anyone whoever comes forth.
But a fool me! Dared to the core
I paid pearl and gold even more
To seize it as though it was mine,
For I used to believe
Glory never parts pride
When it ...