This head, held high in pride,
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
A soul once rife with ego's blight,
To your name's beads, let it take flight.
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
This head, held high in pride.
My heart's grime, I could not cleanse,
My life, to you, did not commence.
My heart's grime, I could not cleanse,
My life, to you, did not commence.
No, did not commence.
A lover, yet, I did not bend,
Should I fall, let me ascend.
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
This head, held high in pride.
In wisdom's words, I was astray,
And slept, devoid of work each day.
In wisdom's words, I was astray,
And slept, devoid of work each day.
When eyes awoke, my soul did pray,
From slumber deep, let me be swayed.
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
This head, held high in pride.
As I am, flawed or true,
To innocence, I come to you.
As I am, flawed or true,
To innocence, I come to you.
Yes, come to you.
Once, let me hear, "You do not rue,"
This love's sweet way, let it imbue.
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
This head, held high in pride.
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