Father why hath thee forsaken me
And cast me down in the depths of misery
Why must I carry the burden of this daunting cross
Why must I be held responsible for this loss
Why is it my duty to save the world from it's Sin
Why must I have thorns dig so deep in my skin.
The pain of the cross and the burden of man
Why is it me in demand?
As I receive  lashes, over and over without rest
While I walk Through the scolding sand deflating my chest
The burden of the cross grows heavier with each single stride
How am I suppose to guide
And now I'm at the end of this terrible path
Perched up on the cross for wandering eyes to stare and laugh.
But it's not done, they finish me with a spear
Please father isn't their anything you wish me to hear
As I was waiting to die, bewildered and bonded
The skies opened up And god responded
"Oh Child, your burden is merely a physical one
And once it's past, you'll cure their curse my son
As your penance will strip the evil from their souls
But it's them that must bear the tolls
It's them that will live with the grief
That one of them embraced the burden of the belief.
So the others can be free
It's them that will struggle with humanity.
And in their minds you'll constantly be there
To remind them of the physical burden you had to care
But the burden of being a virtuous man
Is upon them and the rest of their clan
They must live, knowing they're flawed
To constantly fall short of the glory of god
Yes, the passion to suffer was dedicated to your deed
But the burden of the cross is their to heed"