Heavy is the weight of the trials;
the load that is carried throughout the long walk of miles.
Heavy is the stressful life we find;
those demands and strangling hands of a love lost, never left behind.
Heavy is the decision one wishes could have been different;
the choice in a moment they are now sickened by, as it fell short of efficient.
Heavy is the guilt from what never came;
the punishment that continues — the self-pity and blame.
Heavy is the heart from a growing decay;
the weight of the worry that keeps many limits at bay.
Heavy is the longing to be at peace for a while,
away from the realities in that stretch of long miles.