The other side


A lady crossed the bridge to the other side;
She didn’t know exactly what she would find.
But this was her time, so on she went;
She has never been seen since and she will not be seen again.


Her make up ran as she walked fearful steps;
The wind beneath the willows blew across her dress.
She thought she would fly or be forgiven if she confessed;
But who can say what we will become, when there is nothing left.


The moon above, her only guide, as she walks through the shadows.
It’s cold up here above the world and life just seems so hollow.
Why is nobody with her when they all fell as one?
Her hand upon the coarse rope bridge,
The leads her away from all she has known.


Darkness is all around and the stars are endless;
All she ever did was try her best.
But now she is the ghost who passes through the night;
The lady on the bridge can at last see the other side.


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