The Bridge On 125th

Is there peace in this wilderness?

Is there peace in this life?

For a bridge is a bridge of tales...

For suicide is bliss

When it's done peacefully,

And suicide is bliss

When it's sacred,

For this bridge of tales

Has buried many bodies...

What rose is a rose of care?

For many people are being exposed!

And crime is just a dime away,

For a bridge of tales is dangerous!

Many people have mourned, many people

are scorned!

And the waters beneath

Have nothing but empathy

For the lost souls,

So wake up and see the truth

For the truth is brutal...

Many roses have suffered in these lanes!

And the streets aren't strong anymore

And many names are no longer relevant...

Yet the heaviness in my heart continues

And I cry myself to sleep

For I hold a rose for these souls

Floating in the breeze,

And what is my purpose on this earth

When there is continuous destruction?

Will the sun ever shine again

After these hard times?

For hard times are often noticed

But never fully addressed...

Oh welcome, roses of havoc!

Do you find this destruction amusing?

Do you find happiness

In other people's miseries?

Do you find solace in pain?

For people are people, and a bridge is a bridge

Do we surrender to other people's pain?

For God doesn't grieve in vain!

For he knows the final plan...

A bridge is a bridge of tales,

And there are many tales that are told

peacefully

Yet I hold my heart still

As time continues to move,

And time moves swiftly

Along the grieving of the roses;

Oh God please take me away from this

earth!

For this earth serves no purpose anymore,

For I am tired of humanity

Throwing their stale roses at me

And I am tired of losing it all...

For the things I've lost

I will never see again,

I'd rather be with the bridge of tales

For the bridge of tales shall be my sacred

death!

And beauty rises to the scene

As an angel of light appears,

And the sky shall come crashing down

And all the lost souls shall be released

And they shall float away like little

white balloons

Into the fate of the destined sky,

And they shall never fall again

As this earth continues to shatter

For a bridge is a bridge of tales...

I cannot make this up!

For everyone will experience this

And everyone will know

What it's like to be a bridge in this world.

To the deepest of roses,

Rest in peace;

For life is like a perfect ballerina

Dancing into darkness,

For the bridge of tales has come!