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.