Somewhere from my past comes forth
A bridge which they said was broken though
Railway tracks ran beneath,
And lonely dark lanes surrounding it.
Ruthless cars stomp the bridge
Never caring for that shadow in between.
A shadow too long for a height,
A shadow with visions bright,
A shadow very hard to fight,
A shadow so known, so familiar in sight,
A shadow with it, I no doubt was in love that night.
Yet I no longer long for it
'Cause its just a shadow I feared
And a spark of light would make it disappear.
And lastly what remains
wandering in my memory lanes,
Is the night I stood insane
On that very bridge that they say is broken...
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