My Pride lyrics

I think I smell the sunset
Think I feel the close of day
Clean shaven correspondents
Are all crowded at the gate
Smell the oil from their torches
Their voices growing more irate
Shepherds` staves are crooked
Leading every crooked way
All the sheep block their doors
They`re pulling down their shades
The faithful looking in their mirrors
The fateful growing old and gray

But I look at You
Your eyes are clear and bright
I see your face
It`s an amazing sight
Your glory, Lord
Is still a burning light
The light that all our faithless hands
Could never dim

Think I feel the sunset
Think I smell the death of day
People laughing at a funeral
People dancing at a wake
And all the seasons blend together
This birds loosing feathers everyday

And everybody`s tired and scared
And begging unbelief
But You have yet to break a sweat
No You`re not afraid
You`re not afraid
You`re not afraid

Think I feel the sunset
Think I feel the close of day
Shepherds` staves are crooked
Leading every crooked way
People laughing at a funeral
And people dancing at a wake
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