Alone On the Bridge
potential was squandered
neglect has turned it brown
no amount of water
did ever touch the ground
step away from that door
and leave those orphaned keys
for all of your fine splendour
you never found relief
alone on the bridge, you were floating on it
longer than you would like to admit
kill or be killed, if that's what gets you
up on your heels, and running until...
away from all the noise
deep in your empty room
your resurected voice
serenades a distant moon
dressed for a funeral
you never leave the house
with ev'ry passing day
another light goes out
alone on the bridge, attractions effacing
darker than the quicksand you are chasing
do what thou willt, shall be the whole of the law
. . for loving oneself
back to the bridge, you are floating on it
longer than you would care to admit
la noche oscura del alma
Alone on the Bridge
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