Pride
Pride

Pride

 The wind murmurs in the tree
 and it curls the sea
 the lights of the town so far away
 shine on and on from day to day.

 On a dark December morning
 long before the sun is dawning
 I try to get up high
 I try to reach the sky.

 Her laughter in the empty room
 introduces old men's doom
 when they try to walk on water
 they will meet there heaven's porter.

 The cry echoes through the street
 through the trampling feet
 the scene of horror fills up the air
 and there's her laughter from nowhere.

 On a sunny July morning
 the sun is up but I'm still yawning
 I try to get up high
 I try to reach the sky.

 With angels pure and bright with joy
 rules the sky a worshipped boy
 her we are almost forsaken
 with all our pride of steps we've taken.