The weight of the world, a weight on the shoulders
healed with the bonds of the hearts and their holders

Busy the world, the hassle it can be
still standing side by side the holders that see

The world keeps on turning, and when times are nigh,
the hearts and their holders hold their spirits high

Time never stops moving, everybody gets older
but no time or age stops a heart with a holder

The world can be quiet, a desolate glisten
a holder will give the held heart a listen

If the rough keeps on coming, and we know it is true
a holder is someone who holds a heart for you