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
to say.
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.