How do you keep your head held high,
With the weight of the world on your shoulders?
You huff, you puff, you weep, you sigh,
As you try to move lifes boulders.
Try as you might, they all fall down,
And you have to roll them back up.
you stamp, you stomp, you curse you frown,
You drain the water from your cup.
At the end of the day, you lay down,
Just below those boulders.
The problems of the world, won’t go away,
The weight collapses your soul, and shoulders.