I carry the weight of a hurting world this night
All the sadness, all the pain that man can muster
And these wings feel too tattered to lift me up,
Lift me up
Deep within, I know this is not mine to carry
Yet this weight bears down,
This torch I willingly choose, this who I am, at once a burden and gift,
Tonight this light shines dimly only on the feet just below me,
On my own broken path
No matter how much I will through words
Your suffering be transcended
Angels, gods, bended knees, and clasped hands
Can’t stop your deepest hurt
It finds you in the darkest places
Where you try so hard to keep out the light
Even the caress of these weary wings
Won’t make you whole
The mosaic of your tears, burning up the night
But if only for an instant, may they lift you up
Lift you up
©SpiritLed 2015
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