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When will the weak shame the strong?

And not collapse into our own arms

When?

When will we raise our flags past half-mast?

And not collapse into our own arms

But shame will keep us who we are

Shame is the anchor tied around my ankle

Shame keeps me low and close to the bottom

Where I am the least

At the bottom

Where pride has never been and never will

The swell of my chest

I stand on this

Where pride has never been and never will

The swell of my chest

I call this brave

How dare I call this love

And not bear my cross to the end

How dare I?

And how can I call this love when all that I am

Is because your love endures my back to it?

Your love endures my back to it

And your love endures my back to it

My back to it

My back to it