[Verse 1] The weight we carry isn’t ours alone; It wears the same heavy, familiar stone. For pain is the wire that thread through us all, The silence that answers when inner walls fall. The language we speak when the words run dry, The quiet reflection of every sky. And in that hush, we learn to see How much of them still lives in me. [Verse 2] Yet grief is the price that we pay for the light, A shadow that proves what was once burning bright. For love doesn't vanish, nor shrink, nor depart— It settles like iron right into the heart. Their voice becomes echoes, their spirit a stay, A grounding presence that won't fade away. I carry their laughter through ordinary days, Like a small steady fire that never decays. [Verse 3] Though seasons may turn and the cold shadows bend, What love has created, no sorrow can end. The rain hits the window, the road bends low, But something in me says, I know, I know. In the warmth of a memory, steady and clear, They are never truly lost—they are always right here. Not far, not gone, not swallowed by night, Just moving beside me, just out of sight. [Verse 4] So I hold what remains like a candle in hand, A soft little map I can still understand. The names that they gave me, the lessons, the grace, Still rise from the dark and take up space. And if I am trembling, I won't call it defeat, It's love making room where the loss meets my feet. The heart keeps the answer that time can’t disown: We are not meant to carry it all alone.
