When iron egos by their pride defame

And veil all virtue in self-righteous light,

That might with softer rays the truth reclaim

And guide them through this haughty self made blight?

What reason stirs that kindness might arise

To warm a steel heart now cold as ice,

Assuage the vitriol that now damns praise

Or stays the hand that twists the cruel knife?

Here only love can melt a hardened heart

And less the grip of darkness on the soul,

For where love shines all shadow shall depart

And pride compelled by mercy is made whole.

There is no glory gained through love of one;

Sole by surrender is this conflict won.