Analysis of How come

I can't force things to come.
Thoughts scrambled,
Forming a scrum.
Now knowing what to do
Listening for the ancients queue.
Always conscious of your care,
Even when in despair.
The burdens of life,
Weighing me down.
But you know I will praise you,
What more can I do?
We walk through the valley,
Back to the garden,
Burdens, tears, fears, discarded.