I don't know why God made me thus.
Deep following deep.
I only know how it hurts.
When I am too much.
When all that I feel is too much.
And I see their faces close down.
Their arms coming out to hold me...
At A Distance.
"Keep your sorrow."
"Keep your suffering."
So I try to pack it all up.
Hold it in.
But I'm leaking everywhere now.
Not enough fingers to plug all the holes.
And all I know is that...
I weigh too much.
The Man acquainted with sorrow.
Is the only strong Man.
Strong enough for me,