Give Over

give over the things that you believe
empty your pockets the trinkets that you keep
toss across the water, just to see how far
stand on the banks naked as you are

maybe once a long time ago
you were just a child, how could you know
now you've lain 'neath the weeping willow blown
nobodies child baby but your own

walk long with me the bulrush at your side
tell me your story one last time
pride is a lion who feeds on his own shame
no more stories, lion be tamed