I Cried the Tears
Walking across the long bridge of sorrows,
the only thought that kept me moving along
was the hope of reaching dry land
on the other side of my suffering
Buried in the sands of the past
were my anorexic bones of pride
No one was there to mourn me,
but the undertaker
and a dozen pair of raven eyes
My winged companions travel with me
on this long journey to the other side,
where it’s rumored
my lost happiness got rescued alive
But the agony of finding it
are the flood of tears I now cry
It seemed like the earth swallowed me
when our love died
The days went by, and I was so all alone
No one came looking me,
so I had to dig out of that deep pit of grief
on my own
And I cried the tears for so long,
walking across this solitary water bridge
I salted away all my pain,
never wanted to taste them ever again
Now I see the dry-eyed, other side coming into view
With my last broken-hearted sigh on this bridge of tears,
I think about how much I will miss you
so much on the inside ...
but I will not shed one tear
for the death of my hateful pride
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