Has it really been so long,
Since this bridge was burned?

It still seems so fresh
in my mind.

I gaze over the canyon,
Only to see nothing.

I look for you,
Nothing.

It's so hard to get away,
from the edge of this precipice.

Still I gaze,
with just a shimmer of hope.

Why do I keep coming back here?

I need to leave,
I need to live.

But I can't help but wonder,
If I'll see you again.

But I can't stay here,
looking over these ruins

lying on the canyon floor.

I need to realize,
That this bridge is burnt.

That it isn't coming back.

You're not coming back.

I need to leave,
but I don't know where to go.

So I guess I'll be here
waiting on the edge,
of where this bridge used to be.