When your pride rests,
Without the wanton desire;
Or a wishful afterthought,
For a future so shining bright.

Where pride reigns,
Glowing with the effort
Of knowing its task is complete;
But is yet locked up.

For today, your pride is marred.
For today, it has tried and failed.
For today, it is at the end of utility.

Let it rest.
Let it breathe.

Let it know, it’s done good.

Let it sleep, peacefully,
For tomorrow is another day,
Another day to be proud.