The Bridge
The Bridge
Dear Devine Savior,
you ask me if i’m fine
I would never tell you no
you say that i’m not like the rest
you’re right,
but I hoped it didn’t show
the trees have lost their color
just as words no longer heal
i would die to know whats wrong with me
or give up..
and never feel
see, the books I read are always blank
and the waters always dry
the sadness in my eyes remain, cause I no longer cry
please god come down and save me, or are your wings to worn and old
are you scared you couldn’t help, that my heart is far too cold
somehow my path escaped your warmth, that path you never go
and somehow this bridge seems colder
than the darkness down below.
