I’ve heard more stories than you could imagine
I’ve heard tales of heartbreak and sorrow more vivid than the sun
I’ve listened to the cries of so many angels
That the word “heaven” sounds like screaming

We carry the weight of suffering the way that Atlas carries the world on his shoulders
Is it a responsibility, or a punishment?
I am not Atlas, but neither are you
We’re all carrying a world on our shoulders

Sometimes the weight of our own suffering is heavier than the air that we breathe, it pushes so hard against our chest that every breath feels like a war
Your load feels lighter on my shoulders

You are a warrior
But no warrior has to fight alone, no war will be won if you are crushed before you can fight the battle
We are warriors, and I will fight with you

So give me your stories
Give me the suffering that you’ve been holding on to for so long
I’ll carry it, so that you don’t have to
We are Atlas, we can hold the world up together.