Girl On a Bridge

Seeming unseeing, expressionless being Asleep in this wide awake town Leant on the side of a bridge cross the river Her gaze and demeanour are down Considered a knife for taking her life But thoughts of whom-ever might find her blood drenched cadaver, decided she’d rather not mess up an innocent’s mind Spent some time thinking, painkillers while drinking Might bring her the peace that she craves But what if they merely left her feeling bleary So now she stands gazing at waves Nobody asks if she’s needing assistance As busy folk head on their way Ladies with lippy and cyclists nippy And suited chaps seizing the day A note she laid down, then without tear or frown She climbed up and over the side Made her last pledge on a protruding ledge That really was not very wide Well Lord, that was me, what had you hoped to see Whatever it was I have failed Messed up all my life, but I’ll get one thing right For I’ve got my final act nailed Behind her a groan in a juvenile tone The nine year old face wore a frown From under the bridge, that scared little kid Said, please Lady, don’t let me drown My dad paid a man who had a white van To find a long life of good health Snuck out of Francais then to my dismay Abandoned me here by myself She said take my hand, then climb up and stand Safe on the bridge, then we’ll go Miss, said the lad, did God have this planned Honey, she said, I don’t know