I pick up stones

Through my life every day

Some stick on my back

While others fall away

 

The stones that stay

Add weight to my back

Over time I notice them more

And feel my bones start to crack

 

More and more

The stone pile grows

The pressure on my back

Begins to show

 

I continue my journey

As more stones start to stick

My back feels the weight of the pile

And I fell like I’m sick

 

I pick up stones

Through my life every day

I wish I could remove all of them

And leave them wherever they lay