Ice Cold Grave

She's standing on a bridge, on a dark cold night,
there are no lights
The wind blows her hair, the snow begins to fall,
her skin becomes pale
Her heart grows cold, she looks around once more,
her eyes are dark
The ice water below her, calls her name.

She whispers a single word, balancing on the rail,
a cold fear grips her
She sees him coming, she was waiting for him,
he's running toward her calling her name

Her heart begins to thaw, she moves to step down,
the rail is icy
her foot, its slips, her cold hands let go,
and she falls, to the dark below.



He reaches the rail,
too late is he,
he cries her name,
crying at her ice cold grave.

~9-20-06~