I walk,
As burdened as I may be,
Walking alone is not a luxury,
They help add to the weight, those that stalk,
Only one day,
To survive,
To be able to hold my head high,
And to know it was all I gave,
And the world had yet to take it from me,
That I am a survivor,
I have been tested and tried,
I have walked and not died,
I would be a winner,
But why do I feel like the loser?
I have only added burdens to myself,
And have done nothing to relieve myself of them, or to get help,
Because in my pride, I wanted to press foward,
Burdened, broken, alone,
Forsaking all,
Even God, and His wonderous call,
Now the temporary is gone,
The pleasure I once had has left,
And now I am burdened,
Seeking just to survive,
And stand against my daily life,
Until the day I lay dead,
My road is hard,
But my friends are true,
And one day I'll thank all of you,
But maybe this will allow you to see what's in my heart,
I don't walk your roads,
And if I try I'll fail,
They're not mine to walk, I can tell,
But I'll help you walk yours,
And please help me walk mine,
Or I'll lose you in my depressions,
In old age I'd have far too many confessions,
And in lonelines I would die. |
Submission Name: Burdened
