When I was laden by a heavy load,
Weighing upon my shoulders with gravity,
I looked around as I carried on my designated road,
With none in sight, for all fled when walked by depravity.
When I could no longer go through the barriers,
I stopped to lay down my soul to the ground.
Then came along a great hand, claiming to be my carrier,
To lift my load and soul on its back to mound
The path that seemed impossible to cross.
It dwindled into a flowing stream carrying me along