I never meant to let myself,
See you as more than my friend,
My brother,
But I got jealous,
And I got lonely.
And these feeling only ever go away,
When we’re together,
By the campfire

I’ve been destroyed in the past,
My trust,
And my faith shattered,
When the right people,
Have done seriously wrong things.
And the only thing that keeps me believing,
Is when we’re together,
By the campfire

Sitting in your lap,
Perched on your shoulders,
Drinking from one cup,
All purely innocent acts.
But I reflect on them with longing.
Yet they will never be as special,
As when we’re together,
By the campfire.

There she stood,
feet between the rails,
one step forward,
against the gale,
only to be pushed further back,
by the airs exhale.

Then she got her grip,
experienced a moment of bliss,
no force had the strength,
for her feet to submiss.
The planks had a strength,
no breeze could lift.

First she felt it in her bones,
a vibration travelled up her spine,
transforming into a sound,
the clicking was a warning sign,
getting closer it became a roar,
she chose to believe she would be fine.

She knew it was nearly there,
feet still stuck in the tracks,
with multiple options;
stepping forward or stepping back.
Yet she chose worst of all;
to stand still and take the smack.

Maybe she thought it would stop,
or that she could jump on board.
Possibly in the moment she froze,
too much fear struck accord.
Either way it was naive,
to think it was something she could ignore.

Finally, it happened too fast,
one second still behind the bend,
safely out of mind,
the next too close to defend.
Could this be her new beginning?
Or one horrible end?