Texty: Hundred Year Storm. Swallow My Pride.

Kingdoms reaching towards the heavens
And When you see them you marvel at the glory of man
People made from the dust
They are starving in wonder lust
I am captured by this concrete life

Sometimes I try to swallow my pride
And see if from your side
Sometimes I try to swallow my pride
And see if through your eyes

Changes they come and they go
Rearranging all that we know
Life stays the same with each new day