"Carry the weight, broken and chained
All of my suffering on display
Is there solace in the struggle?
Grief, an open wound never healing
Brought to my knees, left with an echoing feeling
So tell me, is this it?
Is misery all that I'm left with?
Just tell me, is this it?
Can I get up or should I give in?"
"Carry the Weight" - We Came As Romans