The weight of the world rests on my back
Like the dead carcass of an unrealized dream.
My shoulders hurt from the burden of it all
But I can’t put it down, I can’t put it down.
I’m trudging through the desert of pain
Under burning disappointment by day,
And bone-chilling confusion by night.
On the other side is my garden of peace,
Where I will lay my burden down,
Sit under the weeping willow,
And cry until I am cleansed.
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