Love hurts and burns and scrapes
Love brings the wildest escapes
But love should be gently beckoned for
Not ripped out of me
It comes naturally
And it comes before anything
Changed attitudes don't change the past
And conversations won't make it last
Every time our bridge falls apart
You put it back together with duct tape
A valiant effort
But I need a whole new bridge
I want a bridge built in stone
Every pebble comes from the soul
You hold my hand and guide me away from the puddles
But there should be no puddles in the first place
There has been so much rain and heartache and pain
I want sunny days again
Whether I have a hand to hold or not
There will be no puddles to muddy my shoes
My feet will then guide me to every dream I left to drift in the sky
I kept looking down at my feet to make sure I didn't trip and fall again and again
But I deserve to stare at the sun and dance and twirl and be safe and steady on my feet
The end of this love is not a defeat
We will seek what is ours
And grow into our individual powers
We will step into prosperity
Without having to hold onto each other
We will walk to the end of the bridge
And find our destinations