What a Bridge
I simply stand,
And stare,
At this endless bridge,
In this endless air.
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Excluded from my group,
A group that once accepted and cared,
Now sees me as useless,
But a crying child that's scared.
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A past companion spreads a rumor
To the sky and the sun.
My reputation, my happiness,
Fried under the sun.
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Leaving this place I once called home,
With no hugs or kisses,
Or prayers or smiles,
Or best wishes.
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. . .
And this is the bridge to cross,
That I must walk across.
I guess, if anything,
Don't look down.
"What a Bridge."
I simply stand,
And stare,
At this endless bridge,
In this endless air.
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Excluded from my group,
A group that once accepted and cared,
Now sees me as useless,
But a crying child that's scared.
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A past companion spreads a rumor
To the sky and the sun.
My reputation, my happiness,
Fried under the sun.
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Leaving this place I once called home,
With no hugs or kisses,
Or prayers or smiles,
Or best wishes.
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. . .
And this is the bridge to cross,
That I must walk across.
I guess, if anything,
Don't look down.
"What a Bridge."
