Dark and cold,
She waits for no one
Beneath the bridge to hell...
Where, there she'll be the naughty girl,
She's been patiently waiting, well...

At first she presses lightly
Against the plank wood boards
And takes a step onto
The newly laid floor...

This bridge could take her two ways-
One back to her life...
The other could just bring
And end to all her strife...

She looks back at all the pain
And recalls how it hurt so much;
It just hurts to think about it
Let alone to even touch...

She knows this could end it
And she wants nothing more
But something is holding onto her,
At that moment- she is torn...

"One way or the other," she whispers,
As she stares at both ends;
She looks at what may be
But turns around and runs...

She made her final decision,
She knows where she belongs;
She is to be part of the music in life
And that is... the "song."