It seems like I’ve seen better things,
Still I worry what tomorrow brings.
Outside my window a bird still sings,
I pause for a second the telephone rings.
It sound like it’s a long lost friend.
It makes me smile to hear the voice again.
I can’t see the beginning from the end.
While bridges burn around the bend.
I don’t know why but the tables turn.
I see what I have and what I yearn
I’m still hoping today I’ll learn.
I look to see more bridges burn.
I look inside but so much is gone,
I drift to thoughts of a favorite song.
I never dreamed it would last this long,
I try to hang on, but am I this strong?
I have to find a better way,
I drift to thoughts of yesterday.
Something’s locked in the words I say,
I start to dream of a better day.
The day passes as the feeling lingers,
I watch as life slips through my fingers.
Still once again, life takes another turn,
Only to find that more bridges burn.
I wonder can this get any better,
The rain does fall and I get wetter.
Darkness arrives but I see a light,
While bridges burn through the night.
I lay my head down and go to sleep,
The still water has gotten way too deep.
I hope that soon the fire goes out,
So I can escape these shadows of doubt.
Copyright © Mark Russell