Brick walls leaning while I step through the lane, carrying my thoughts like a beautiful pain

My neck stretched out from the weight I hold, but I keep my rhythm, I don't move cold

Two hands under what the world can't see, this heavy mind still belongs to me

I learned to balance what tried to break, every slow step got a soul-shake

Carry mine, carry mine, even when the road gets wide

Carry mine, carry mine, still got grace on the other side

I carry mine, I don't let it fall, even when the weight gets bigger than us all

If I drag it low, if I swing it wide

I still come back with my head held high

I carry mine, through the bend and strain, turning all that pressure into something I can name

If I throw it up, I catch it right on time, long road, long neck, but the burden still mine

She pulled her story down the sidewalk slow, face to the pavement but her spirit said no

Every mark on the concrete knew her stride, every breath she took had a river inside

He swung his head like a moon on a chain, spinning through silence, dancing with pain

Not for the crowd, not for applause, just trying to move with the weight of it all

Move with the weight, move with the sound, lift what was lost, don't lay it down

Move with the weight, breathe through the sign, what you survive can still shine

Some burdens don't bruise the skin, they stretch the way you stand

Some storms don't knock you down, they teach your bones to dance

I carry mine, I don't let it fall, even when the weight gets bigger than us all

If I drag it low, if I swing it wide

I still come back with my head held high

I carry mine, through the bend and strain, turning all that pressure into something I can name

If I throw it up, I catch it right on time, long road, long neck, but the burden still mine

Don't ask me why I move this way, life put a rhythm in the ache

Don't ask me how I learned to stand

I found my balance in my hands

Hold on, hold on, the weight won't last too long

Hold on, hold on, your soul still knows the song

I carry mine, I don't let it fall, even when the weight gets bigger than us all

If I drag it low, if I swing it wide

I still come back with my head held high

I carry mine, through the bend and strain,turning all that pressure into something I can name

If I throw it up, I catch it right on time, long road, long neck, but the burden still mine

I carry mine

I carry mine

Bent but breathing

Stretched but standing

Still mine