Written sometime between 1992 and 1995
The Other Side of the Bridge
Son, you are not old enough yet at least I do not think
To see the other side of the bridge
A place where it is always dark and cold
where they must fight to live
never given any break, not even a chance
if they even survive, they never can advance
knowing only of the life constructed all of lies
never taught to care or love, just hatred and despise
never is a reason to go and seek out truth
never taught that they could win always born to lose
light of day forever hidden concealed by the dark
on a journey across this bridge one should never embark.
Nightmares
I’m naked alone standing in the rain
starting to age quickly but only in the brain
look into the mirror, see such a young face
mind rapidly moving feel I’m losing the race
forget what you have learned, you have seen and what you have said
there are forces at work to make this life end
the reaper he follows watching the step
seemingly haunted and forced to the edge
freedom arising, quickly in no direction
there is no-one to help, in need of protection
unsettled unseen passion for fading relations
try to awaken to relieve complications
the clouds start to clear, renewed clear vision
to start over again with acute precision
SSSSHHHHH!!!!!
Keep it a secret don’t tell me a thing
keep it all to yourself and don’t let me in
fear I may hurt you I may break your heart
First I will steal it, then tear it apart
I will leave crying all down on your knees
so just stay away I am begging you please
I have done it before and I will do it again
you do not want to be knowing the meaning of pain