My heart is heavy

For the ones

I don't know how to help

There are so many, in this world and in another

On these shores, and on others

There are so many, whose names I know and those I don't

There are so many, so close to my heart, and those I've never met

My heart is heavy

Whenever I think of these and drink their sorrow into my own

And so I must find

A pool wherein I might release their sorrow

Since I'm but a man, and I'm not made

To take this heaviness within and hold it

But I'm a man, and so this heaviness may but pass through me.

My heart is heavy

If I forget

And I try to hold on

To the burdens of others, or the burdens that I own

But I am made to feel the weight of things, and let them pass

Within and through myself so I can feel

The things my neighbours feel. And as I do, I pray for all of these.