Atlas Lyrics

What's it like, the world upon your shoulders, but you've got the practice

I think I can understand what it's like to be old Atlas

The sky would fall without you and the world will crumble

But no one seems to care and so it keeps you humble

My shoulders ache from holding up a burden I was forced to carry

The eldest child, the mediating pseudo-mother of a family

They smile so sad, "my child I am so sorry for whats transpired"

They call me strong, but lately all I've been is just worn out and tired

And maybe I'm ungrateful, cause I've had support

But the weight still feels too much and I'm always falling short

I'll be okay

The weight that's in my mind will lighten up with practice

I am not bound quite as literally as my old pal, Atlas

I'll find my way

However harsh the world, however rough or callous

I'm free to roam

Explore the world with my heart as my atlas