Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Where Young Girls Cry


There's no bridge
where tears don't dry
to cross over
where I like to cry..

Things there aren't fair
where young girls play
on cold nights
in the midnight air

On empty streets
where no one goes
the bridge smiles
to the lonely souls

So going back
is a lonely road
but up all night
is being bold

Just keep a singing
on the country bridge
where young girls dream
that love is real..
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