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...strong hands

Can you undo me...enough to heal me



You take the weight...from my shoulders

My hands were clinched...now their open

I'll take your goodness...poured from the sky

Food from the ravens...water from the dry...well