I carried you for nine months,
but now I carry a pit in my stomach
as I carry the weight of the world that treats us both as dispensable.
I won’t apologize for getting carried away with all the care in the world for your future.
It’s our own cross to carry through intentional movement.
I’ll run as fast as my feet will carry me to make a change.
I hope in your lifetime, you’ll see the world’s heart unconcealed by those who used to carry a different kind of fear.
I hope you can trust that I, for one, don’t carry secrets, but I do carry love – transparent and revealed all the way to my grave.
As I carry you in my arms, I carry conviction.
I can’t carry a tune, but I’ll still sing to you
So that someday when you carry this torch – it will be a little bit lighter.