Pride is a feeling that swells
It churns, rumbles, grows
Within the chest it dwells
Ready to put on a show

Past the nose the eyes do gaze
Twinkling wickedly in the light
But what they hide is a murky haze
Cast only by a consuming fright

Sure, it's nice to be on top
Confidence is quite the virtue
But, I beg you not to stop
Because I'm seeing the me that is you

So, keep looking down
Hold your chin up high
Don't dare to frown
Don't dare to cry

It's nice to be on top
We know it best
But if our heads should drop
So would the pride in our chests

Here is the beauty that we see
The beauty of looking down
Because I can only see you in me
And I'm hoping not to drown