Carry the Weight - We Came As Romans, Fit For A King

Carry the weight, broken and chained

All of my suffering on display

Is there solace in the struggle?

Grief, and open wound never healing

Brought to my knees, left with an echoing feeling

So tell me, is this it?

Is misery all that I’m left with?

Just tell me, is this it?

Can I get up or should I give in?

I carry the weight

Carry the weight, broken and chained

All of my suffering on display, every day

Is there solace in the struggle?

Carry the weight, broken and chained

Closing my eyes I see your face, every day

Is there solace in the struggle?

As I’m surrounded by my grief

Brought to my knees

Unending pain, it fills the void that’s inside my heart

Leaving an emptiness in its wake

And since the moment that you departed

I’ve carried the weight

Carry the weight, broken and chained

All of my suffering on display, every day

Is there solace in the struggle?

Carry the weight, broken and chained

Closing my eyes I see your face, every day

Is there solace in the struggle?

(Is there solace in the struggle?)

Through the blinding pain

You will be our sight

In our darkest days

We will find your light

Through the blinding pain

You will be our sight

In our darkest days

We will find your light

In our darkest days

We will find your light