1:27 – As Cities Burn – letras

when will the weak shame the strongand not collapse into our own armswhen will we raise our flags past half-mastand not collapse into our own armsbut shame will keep us who we areshame is the anchor tied around my ankleshame keeps me low and close to the bottomwhere i am the leastat the bottomwhere pride has never been and never willthe swell of my chesti stand on thiswhere pride has never been and never willthe swell of my chesti call this bravebut how dare i call this loveand not bear my cross to the endhow can i call this love when all that i amis because your love endures my back to ityour love endures my back to ityour love endures my back to it