They marred me;
In fragility they loaded a burden
On my frail shoulders
And told me I would strengthen
Under the weight of the boulders
Now I’m left with two broken shoulders,
They tell me crying is not the way of soldiers,
And say that I will not make it,
If I should forsake it.
So I must carry twice the amount of boulders,
On these broken shoulders.
Weakening my weakness,
In pursuit of strength;
I die by the day
I use all my effort
Chasing my weakness away.
Success is just a step ahead,
But both feet have turned to lead
My only hope is to take the path of least resistance and pray
That success is merely a detour away…