You see the big picture

Before it even unfolds . . .

clearer when your eyes are closed.

Bury pride

Dead or alive!

The vile

Murdered that once simple woman

Contented with one like

Now in twenties or more-

With some comments and follows–

And the pompous is still in dire.

Bury pride

Dead or alive!

That wicked started

A hell deep inside.

Ember of her dreams

Juggled in flames-

It is such a shame!

Own me, Humility–Own me!

Coz I have nothing to hide–

I’ve been paying the price.

Bury pride

Dead or alive!

What I want for Easter

Is faith, is hope, is you,

And this solemn prayer inside:

Let me start all over,

Let me make it right,

God, let me start a brand new life.