when will the weak shame the strong   and not collapse into our own arms   when will we raise our flags past half-mast   and not collapse into our own arms   but shame will keep us who we are      shame is the anchor tied around my ankle   shame keeps me low and close to the bottom   where i am the least   at the bottom      where pride has never been and never will   the swell of my chest   i stand on this   where pride has never been and never will   the swell of my chest   i call this brave   but how dare i call this love    and not bear my cross to the end      how can i call this love when all that i am    is because your love endures my back to it   your love endures my back to it   your love endures my back to it