Come to Mama

	Pride is like a bandage
	He is wrapped in a warm cocoon
	His pride is like heroin
	He is back inside the womb
	His pride is like an ocean
	Encircled by a reef
	His pride's a hypnotic potion
	His memory is a leaf
	Her pride is like an armour
	Flaming ring of fire
	Her pride is like a blindness
	An ever tightening wire
	Her pride is like a razor
	A surgeon's purging knife
	Her pride is like a censor
	She's slashed out half her life