Standing on the edge of despair
Eyes fixed on another world
That I see through a misty pane of glass
Searching; desperate to find a way out-
A bridge across the abyss:
The bridge I burned so many years ago.
A glimmer of hope appears in a sunbeam
Shining in personality and warmth
It reaches but falls short of my face
As I step back and lock the doors myself
Safe in this familiar state of despair
I burn my last bridge out of town.
