Pouring rain drips off the bridge that man just walked across
Shivering cold, soaking wet, just another broken cross
Upon his chest is written death, internal bloody holocaust
Past battles won and lost now he's left inside the thoughts
The bridge begins to burn everything that this man has lost
The sins within him hurt now manifesting into greater loss
Where once was green and good now gone and in the ground
He makes another footstep that echoes with no sound
Abyss so deep he lives in sleep a place to walk around
No place to call his home
Hope has left this man and now he shivers in the rain
Unforgotten lost in memory these scars will never fade
He crossed another bridge ticking clocks will never change
Crumbled away the former yesterday
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