Lonesome is a fear
a fettering weight
Placed on unwilling shoulders
And carried through the storms
I should have asked
I should have asked
But I piled it on instead
And added it to your own
A crushing grey stone
That shouldn’t by held alone
So I will add my rising strength
My blood, my muscle, my bone
To join in the work at hand
That we might both lift up
That we might both stand