#2 Pride
Would it bruise your delicate ego
To let down your pride?
Would it kill your darkening soul
If you swim against your soaring tide?
But will it satisfy my empty heart
If I eat down my pride?
The shared pieces away is why everything's apart.
Will it make me whole if I collect again those pieces I cried?
For what is left is always treasured
But what is left sometimes is just a trash.
And the right thing is often look unsure.
But oftentimes it becomes right when you trust.