-Nicholas, Sonoma
Pride to the sun, to the wind in my lungs
Oh, wretched man I am, I have a lack of pride
Oh, how the deeds I could have done
Would have been great, but I fell victim
To my thoughts in the days I felt grey.
The days I couldn’t cure, that’s why pride
To the moon, to the sun, to the stars,
Because through everything I’ve lived,
I’ve seen pride through my eyes all
But from within, for I was tempted with sin,
Oh, wretched man I am.
Pride to my father, my brother, my mother,
How proud I am to those who loved me,
My acts too little to tell who has me.