Death Nesting - Pallbearer’s Lament

These hands were made to carry weight, Not to hold, not to create. Step by step, we march the line, Haulin’ sorrow down through time. Every man’ll shoulder the same, Carry the loss, remember the name. And when my turn comes, don’t weep for me… Just bear me slow, and let me be. The rain don’t stop, the crowd don’t stay, It’s the earth that keeps what the rest give away. I’ve carried strangers, I’ve carried kin, Each one heavy where love has been. Every man’ll shoulder the same, Carry the loss, remember the name. And when my time comes, don’t sing no plea… Just bear me slow… and let me be.