The Bridge

Restless nights I sit by the river Staring back at an empty bridge Remembering the faces and names Of those who walked out on that ledge All my life I have spent waiting For everyone I loved to someday jump Endless struggles in a life of choices Becomes their belief in every reason to give up Tonight the bridge stands in the distance Beyond the curve on that lonely ride Every mile a quiet reminder That everything comes with a price Time and tears are gone too soon For all the broken souls who longed to fly Reaching for the first glimpse of forever When the water below turns to sky Darkness finds light up on that bridge Enough to grip the last thin rail Enough to see your shadow from the moon Or hear your voice as you begin to sail Stories from that bridge are told forever Far beyond the concrete and steel Memories just ghosts upon the altar Of those who never found a place to kneel Goodbye is never the last word Ever spoken up on that holy edge In fact no words are ever needed When you’re the last one out on that bridge