A load that must be carried, a fight that I am always waging and bound to lose. Writing... |
-Must Carry Always- by Keaton Foster A stone My load Heavier Does it grow So tired I’ve become Nothing else Not another ounce Can I manage to carry My arms are numb My back is broken These hands bruised Bloodied from overuse My eyes endless And wide Deep into my soul Everyone that looks at me Knows They truly understand The load that I Not any of them Must carry always God way above Passes his judgment The devil far below Presents his resentment Between both I am pulled I cannot get a chance I was never meant to I will die Hauling around What is And has always been Mine I will suffer long between Now and the end A stone My load Heavier Does it grow So tired I’ve become Nothing else Not another ounce Can I carry My load Engraved Enslaved Words to you Upon the page To be carved Upon this soul Presented as My burdensome stone A weight to be tolled Poundage to be compiled Added up right and true The sum means most And I of course Will be held to it I will be required to pay For my load with my life After it is dropped Let go of Released Set completely free It will be placed upon my grave Marking the end of my days And the ways in which I lived While I was here Upon God’s and the devil’s To me, burdensome earth… Must Carry Always Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014 |