What obstacles I would have once leapt,
On those, now I stumble.
And now I find breath only to grumble.
On those, now I stumble.
And now I find breath only to grumble.
My hands tremble with responsibility.
The weight I carry alone,
It holds me down when once I would have flown.
The weight I carry alone,
It holds me down when once I would have flown.
No comments:
Post a Comment