The Foolish Pride (Country western)

Foolish Pride (Country Western sad song)

Underneath the blazing stars
In the silence of the night
I hear your footprints creaking on,
On that old wood floor.
I hear the back door open.
I hear you jumping,
Into that old, beat-up truck
I listen to you driving off.
I knew in that moment.
You were gone.
I buried my face
Into that pillow.
With tears falling,
On the sheets,
I know you are gone.
The words we said,
To each other left,
us with wounds,
Running deep.
Neither could.
Let our pride go.
In a moment,
We traded our hearts.
We could never let go.
Now.
I buried my face
Into that pillow.
With tears falling,
On the sheets.
Neither could.
Let our pride go.
In a moment,
We traded our hearts.
We could never let go.

Author:
George Michael Bennett
All Rights Reserved
2012-09-21