The Weight of the World
A heavy weight sits on my shoulders.
At times it feels like two huge boulders.
Sometimes it's big.
And sometimes it's small.
Sometimes I don't think I can carry it all.
But then I look up, look up to the sky.
And see a light so bright that it blinds my eyes.
It gives me hope.
It gives me a purpose.
And somehow I know that the struggle is worth it.
The weight of the world, some cannot carry.
Although they try hard, they stumble and fall.
For this was the truth for a girl named Mary.
Who could not carry the weight and ended it all.
A heavy weight sits on my shoulders.
But I know that I am not alone.
For a man once moved a giant boulder.
And rose from a grave hidden in a stone.
It is he who helps me carry this weight.
The weight of the world that sits on my shoulders.
I know I will not have to endure forever.
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