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

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