Under The Bridge


Under the bridge I lie,
Sounds of footsteps on cobblestones,
City of Lights where love went by,
A broken soul, fractured bones.

I boarded the moonlit train,
You said nothing I did not hear,
The carriage moved, I felt the pain,
Your absence awoke my fear.

I jumped onto the golden rail,
Searched for you in Paris,
Our love should prevail,
If only I recapture that final kiss.

Back I was, by the river,
You were no longer there,
Two doves, one white, one silver,
Clutched at the morning air.

How I miss you, Parisian princess,
You were a crystal in the sky,
I am now oneness,
And cannot ask you why.