Nov 2014
I stand upon my bridge and sigh.
I watch my tears run and flow as it joins the water down below.
I stand upon this bridge of mine and cry.
As my tear asks the question
why?
Why is it I feel I'm denied?
Did I lie never confide.
Where and when did I die inside?
I watch my tears run and flow as it joins the water down below.
I stand upon this bridge of mine and cry.
As my tear asks the question
why?
Why is it I feel I'm denied?
Did I lie never confide.
Where and when did I die inside?
My Bridge part 1 of 8 about my struggles
