The Last Walk Waterloo Bridge

Waterloo Bridge the last trip for desperate souls has always been a lure, To jump from to escape from pain, anguish when you just can’t take any more, What draws the very sad people here, could it be because of the stone seats. That makes it easier to jump into muddy waters when a lonely heart beats, At night gas lamps cause mighty shadows lower your head one jump it's done, Nobody can understand the level of pain or understand how desperation begun, Standing on a ledge in the moonlight looking down on black water just one leap, Each has a story that would break any heart but they take it into the deep, The jumper stands on the stone seat wind dimming lights blowing their hair, Waiting for the moment willing strength and a new wave of bitterest despair, Below is the end of all sorrow, poverty, lost love, the many reason for woes, The River Thames takes anybody the poor, rich no matter what, it still flows.