The bridge

by April   Feb 23, 2006


I was walking on a bridge
when he pushed me off
into the rageing river bellow
i tryed to swim
but i could barly move
i waved my hands
but feared no one would see
that i was dying
but before i thought all hope was lost
i saw your face
you grabbed my hand
you pulled me out of the cold water
that was my heart
and led me back to the light
but i lost sight of you
but i was hurt so bad
im afraid to stray from the light
to find you...

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