The burden is on the Young
Tell me I'm not alone
In this cold war
Where men are not men
And none are as they seem

The burden is on the Heart
Which aches for love,
But is never resolved
It wallows in the corner of our cage
And leaks into our spirit above

The burden is on the Mind
That plans and fails
And spins into wild mad convictions
Of ever changing truths

This is You.
This is Me.
We are only humans.