I have an enemy, and he's called Shame, He walks close beside me, and he knows my name He whispers, "It's your fault. You played your part. You better cover your dirty black heart." I have a companion, and he's called Shame He walks close beside me, and he knows my name. He says I'm boastful and full of pride. My only way out is to be small and hide. I have a friend, and he's called Shame He walks close beside me, and he knows my name. He covers my back, my front and side. He makes sure I know if I let the mask slide. I have a deep flaw, and it's called shame It's deep inside me; it's in my brain. But that doesn't matter because my armour is tight. I'm covered completely and ready to fight. I have great armour covering my shame It muffles out the sound of it shouting my name. I am not defeated or surviving but thriving; you'll see How I'm courageous and resilient in my self-sufficiency . I have a saviour. He knows my name...