A Horse Called Pride

I saw a horse
Went by the name of "Pride"
So sick inside

Prancing across the sky
Couldn't see
Blind to reality
Figured he was all there was
Being independent
That was his confinement
Putting himself up
Laid him down

I saw that horse called pride
So sick inside
I watched it die

By:  Roger Harkness

 
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