The Heavy Traveller
As I walk through the rough road.
I stumble and crawl with weary thought.
While carrying my world of heavy load,
I force my way into the fierce drought.
They say it’s okay to feel this way,
When I’m travelling this winding path.
I take the words that they happily say.
Adding the load as I walk to my death.
I cry and scream to loosen my burden,
But I loose my precious strength instead.
As they watch with a face so frighten,
They wish that I’m better to be dead.
The time has come when I see the light.
Knowing that my load will soon be demise.
But they surround me to get a better sight.
Blocking my path to my eternal paradise.
