Carry My Cross
For speaking my thoughts
I've now been condemned as a criminal
My punishment is death
I must carry my cross up the hill
Before that though,
soldiers beat me, give me a crown
of thorns that's been jammed down my head
Blood covers my face,
I can't see out of an eye
But I must go on to carry my cross
Up that hill
Nobody dares to help me
A crowd of soldiers taunt me as I fall
to the dusty road
There are thousands watching me
walk up the hill
I feel faint from lack of sleep
and all the whippings dealt to my back
But I must go on to carry my cross
Up that hill
Guess lady luck's not with me right now
When I've finally reached the top of the hill
They strip me bare
and lay me on my cross
Here they hammer nails into the palms of my hands
And into both my feet
Bones are broken, tears fall freely
Hair tangled, I'm a bloody mess
All I see in front of me are jeering faces
Smug soldiers laugh at my messed up body
Finally they raise the cross
with me nailed upon it
I'm left to die nailed against the cross
The sun beats against my body
Oh how I want to die
But my last breath won't leave me
All the pain and suffering,
it's just too much.
Let me go to death,
whatever mysteries death has,
I'm waiting for it;
Life is too cruel
But I can't get off this cross
Nailed on the cross is me.
I can only try to remember
my happy times in life which seems
like a lifetime ago.
God please, take me off this cross
Take pity upon me.
I carried my cross up the hill,
was nailed upon my cross.
When will the madness end?