The Things I Tried to Carry

The weight I tried to carry, that was never mine
It finally got too heavy, and it broke my spine

I gnashed my teeth and bit the hand that tried to feed
I broke the backs of the saints who tried to carry me

The things I tried to carry, and the weight of lies
That the ground's too hard to bury, and the river too shallow to hide

Every tale needs a villain fit for the silver screen
And every tune needs a minor chord to set a somber scene

The things I tried to carry, oh my wounded pride
But the winds of January finally blew the leaves aside

My broken back put me on the ground so I could see
And find the jewel I lost when I was seventeen
My broken back put me on the ground so I could see
And find the jewel I lost when I was seventeen



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Writer(s): John Clark
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