The weight on my shoulders it’s an inverted cross
You judge me, condemn me but that’s your loss
I bow my knees clench my heart and my chest
An inverted cross, can it give me my rest
I’m not worthy I begin to scream
Tears flood my face a fast flowing stream
There must be hope, but where can hope be
My eyes are so flooded I can no hope see
Heart wrenching, heart hurt
Lying face down I kiss the dirt
Dear God if you are up there, can you free me once more
This weight on my shoulders is more than I asked for.
I fly my kite to heaven from behind my prison bars
I kneel, I’m longing, for the Maker of the stars
© 2017 by William J Bruce III