Head Held High
Head Held High
Confined on the bed of your love
I only knew one uncomely world
Wanted to fly glorified like a dove
But denied what you had heard
I decried your darkest reputation
Came in to belittle my blissfulness
Didn’t recognize my true devotion
Demounted your own recklessness
That one late night conversation
We both cried with rivers running dry
I’d walked out from your small prison
And stood up with my head held high
— mikko paelo pastor
© 2018 Mikko Paelo Pastor