The Pride Within

Man roams the lonely shore

Searching for some peace divine

Setting scale in each step

And a common sense of pride

Is this why we anger always

And strive to beat the other

Is it too strong of pride that causes

Thy hand to kill thy brother?

What words can tell the dark fathoms

Which ly inside ourselves

To go away, leave us be

Don't lock thy soul upon thy shelf

Breathe easy oh troubled soul

Search not for greatest pride

Only find the precious heart

Common to the victorious stride.

-Sara Lynn