Burdens
Come on God,
What else you got?
I'm still standing,
So you ain't hitting hard enough.
What's going to be the load,
That's just to much for me shake?
Cause I got to be honest,
I'm not sure how much more that I can take.
I just keep stumbling.
And I've fallen more than once.
To many more tumbles,
And I won't be getting back up.
Is this my punishment,
Is this how I must pay,
For not sticking with the plan,
For choosing a different way?
I guess the price of freedom,
Is to struggle in every way.
Forget about being happy,
Just try to make it through the day.
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