Weight of the Sky

I gather the embers, I carry the coals,

Building a fire so you won’t grow cold.

I walk through the hunger, I bargain with time,

Spending my years so you don’t spend a dime.

The wolves at the door, they whisper my name,

I barter my soul just to keep them at bay.

The roof overhead is stitched out of pain,

Nailed to the beams of a debt I can’t name.

Oh, the weight of the sky, you don’t feel it yet,

The nights without sleep, the storms of regret.

One day you’ll know, when the hour runs late,

Love is a burden you shoulder with fate.

The ghosts of my choices, they sit at the gate,

I feed them my worries, I call it my fate.

The cracks in the walls spell stories untold,

Of winters I swallowed so you wouldn’t know cold.

Oh, the weight of the sky, you don’t feel it yet,

The nights without sleep, the storms of regret.

One day you’ll know, when the hour runs late,

Love is a burden you shoulder with fate.

And if I should fall, let the world take my name,

Let silence devour the price that I’ve paid.

For love is no ribbon, no song left unsung,

It’s the war that I fight so you never need one.

Someday you’ll carry a sky of your own,

And only then will my shadow be known.

Not in the words, nor debts left behind,

But in the weight that you’ll bear in your spine.