But not broad enough.
Can't carry those burdens as big as boulders.
Life is rough,
There's debt, oppression, stress, you name it.
To survive, you must be tough.
I understand why many want to quit.
I myself can't do much to alleviate your pain.
I'm powerless, I admit.
But my anger won't suddenly go down the drain.
One day I know I'll be able to help those in need.
To assist those good people who feel that economic strain.
All those suffering people each act as a seed,
To help me grow bigger and stronger,
Because there's always another hungry mouth to feed.
I may not have a position in power,
But the first step is to simply bother
To reduce the burden of those whom many believe can't go any farther.
I may not have the broadest shoulders,
I may look like a nosy meddler,
But I do want to help you with that boulder.
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