The weight of the world and heaven above
Resting there upon your shoulders
Is the burden of your eternal pain
Some of which you pass on to me.

I know nothing of what you  have done
To deserve or wrongly receive
Your condemnation to this hell of yours
But it's your home and my home too.

I don't know why you're blind but I can see
You just need to put the world down
If you were to stop and let it all go
Ev'rything would all be okay.

But your fear of change has turned you to stone
Petrified of losing yourself
As that very self is slowly smothered
By this life you're too scared to leave.

The End

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