Pride, like a serpent in my heart
Constricts me from saying I’m sorry.
Two words, clogged up in my buffer
There are no two words that are tougher
You know I’m sorry, I just can’t say it
But when I do say it; I spray it.
My words lose meaning, force, and meaning
My heart needs inner-cleaning.
I’m imperfect; I’m a fool.
Help my heart with its renewal.
Clean out my throat
Clean out my pride
Forgive me wholly;
I’m yours, and you’re mine.