Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge
I'll go there and I'll wait for him,
I'll go to Brooklyn Bridge
What hour I don't know
He'll come, he'll be there
To hold my hand
Willing to understand
He'll know me inside and out
My craziness, my weakness,
And what I'm all about
He'll take my passion to love, to give
He'll give it back to me.
But what if ?
One day I'll realize
That the Brooklyn Bridge is empty
It's only me who is waiting
It's only me, the sky and endless water.
I'll go to Brooklyn bridge tomorrow,
What hour I don't know.
July 13th, 2012
Copyright © Lital Lev-Ary | Year Posted 2014
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