Crosswalk

Beneath the weight he labored

Just to lift his head to see

As countless people heap on him

Their own ugly debris

And though he was their scapegoat

When the gulf of death he crossed

He lifted up his head on high

With countless crowns embossed

Sometimes we’re forced to carry shame

Which others nail us to

And yet these fabrications

Are their own self-loathing spewed

Yet those that walk the humble path

Endure these for they know

The soul transcends such earthly farce

With true self-love in tow