Too Proud
I'm too proud to ask, too broke to eat, too weak to bow, too strong to bleed
Can you sing over me words of comfort
Can you satisfy me, sweet honey
Can you break through me with your strong hands
Can you undo me enough to heal me
You take the weight from my shoulders
My hands were clenched, now they're open
I'll take your goodness, poured from the sky
Food from the ravens, water from the dry well
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