"We All Carry The Weight"

I'm sorry but it's hard to feel sorry
When everyone has a direct feed
To all your pain and all your misery
I question if you really bleed

I'm sorry I'm conflicted so
When I see you bended on your knees
The cries from those you're standing on
Are drowning out your woeful pleas

And if compassion has a place
Then I pray, then I pray
That I could find that bit of grace
To display, to display
But if your well being means
So many others' dismay
Maybe there's another way

I'm sorry, could you please forgive me
Have I forgotten how to love
How to turn the other cheek
To endure this push and shove

And I'm sorry, but I feel so empty
Like it never is enough
To let the wicked walk all over
And lift their selfishness right up

And if compassion has a place
Then I pray, then I pray
That I could find that bit of grace
To display, to display
But if your well being means
So many others' dismay
Maybe there's another way

You never wanted any help
Besides to help yourself
It doesn't matter where you get it
Just the destination
And if you're only running clean
Through everyone, not listening
Maybe you could carry your own cross
Maybe you could learn something

And if compassion has a place
Could I find that bit of grace
A fine line between
Those who need and who manipulate
Help me find my own way
If there is another way