With a heavy heart, I took a long overdue step forward
But that weight fell to my legs, even so, giving up was something I could not afford
I can no longer tell what's right from what's wrong
I hear their whispers "move along"
I desperately try to lift my foot, to continue down the path I chose
Although I find I cannot, my weighted legs are what shows
So it seems as if I'm stuck in place for the moment
Held by grief and sorrow or so the story went
Oh how I wish to latch on to something to lift the weight from my feet
Or to turn back from which I came, back in a garden of roses we would meet
Instead I shall stay where I am
For I am nothing but a confused little lamb
I'll accept my heavy legs and gaze back at that garden of roses
I fear that if I open my mouth I'll regret it
I'll stand shrouded in silence, staring at the door that opened
But never closes
