Heavy is the weight we all carry
Through these valleys of green
As we believe in what’s between
Hands held together. It isn’t that merry.
I’ve seen the dark and the light others hold.
They don’t know the weight of their actions
And I suffer when I see invisible tears
Fall.
I can’t look away. My heart knows this pain
That others try to hide. Let me be the rain
And I’ll wash away each and every stain.
Vasha'Lakar 