The bridge of lost
souls
They want to be
free
The watery grave
holds them
They are chained
Once they lived
free
They took for
granted
They forgot about
rules
They forgot about
living
They drove like F1
They didn’t care about
their lives
Once they knocked
against dividers
Lives flew out to
the watery dark grave
Even flew like Superman
Floating high in
the air
For a few moments
the realization
Suicides do not
solve problems
Lives are full of
ups and downs
It is the nature of
living
It is the test each
has to go through
The confidence to
take all in the strikes
The bridge of lost
souls
They will wait to find
replacements
Only then they will
go free
The new recruits
will hold the burden
The bridge of lost
souls
The forces of light
and dark will play
It is a never-
ending tale to tell
Somebody has to
fall; somebody has to born
Believe it or not
Drive through the
bridge
Say your short prayer
Let it be a fruitful
living
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