And so there is a story that speaks of a true tale
As the saying goes, “There’s no cure like travel.”
The only travel I seek, is a chance for a do-over
So I can be together; so I won’t be a complete ravel
But I do not wish for a do-over, I wish just for over
As I know this is not my life, It wasn't meant for me
When I do come across a set of crows, I can only hope
They are as good to me in such a way I could never be
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What if I ever stopped to even look for that bridge?
Should I cross that bridge once it has been found?
And if I see it, should I walk over it, or turn and run?
Or get myself a lighter and burn it down to the ground
What am I afraid of? What the hell am I afraid of?
And as darkness falls, who will be the last to fall?
I would be the one. First to fall; last to rise and see
The game is at stake, but I’d be the first to lose it all
Written by ©Diana Jillian 6/14/15, Sunday
