I saw a man
At the end of the bridge
In last ditch efforts
I asked if he needed me
When I knew he needed someone
These prayers haven’t been heard
And he wasn’t sure that’s how it worked
He looked down to his side and nodded as if a seat was open
So, grab my hand jump down to the river
Cause’ the water is serene like poetry
And to talk is divine
Except God’s don’t talk
I wonder if that’s why these prayers
Are more like lost emotion
Drifting here and there
At the end of the bridge