Tired of this weight on me;

O, Father God, I'm so tired.

Tired of carrying the weight of other people.

They make a mistake, and the weight falls on the weakening back of this being.

I don't want it, anymore.

I'm tired of the depressing spray permeating this broken abode.

Everyone holds their heads down like sad clowns with painted frowns.

I'm tired of having an empty hand with little to no money to spare.

I'm tired of standing in the rain, watching my dreams dance behind a store window.

I'm tired.

Take me away from this low point, O, Father.

Take me away.