The Bridge
The day I drove up to
the bridge was the day,
That I knew my Life's
journey was ending some way.
There was nothing to think
even Less I could feel,
Made a pact with the devil
that was my deal.
Forlorn was my heart
broke beyond all repair,
Approaching the bridge
the end near I'm not scared.
Though I must have been scared
to myself I had thought,
As the time ticked on by
it was time I had bought.
If only the pain I could drown
Free I'd be...
To go on with my Life
so my Loved one's won't grieve.
Then it hit me as hard
as it possibly could,
Those Loved one's again
would help Life taste so good.
So down off the bridge
floats my spirit and me,
Tears flowing so hard
was not much I could see.
I'd made a decision
that day I'd not die,
Too much of my heart
I had given that guy.
See If I'd died on that
bridge on that day years ago,
My grandbabes and me
to this day we'd not know.
The grief is now gone yet
the bridge Lingers there,
Driving by know that bridge
has grieved it's fair share.
These days as I pass that
ol' bridge with a smile,
Know my Life's not a passage
for it's all been worthwhile.
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