The Bridge

The metal rails are freezing cold  
But all I feel is warmth  
Thoughts of mine I can't control
Visions begin to form  
 
Far above the gorge below  
I can hear the water rushing  
Smiling through the tears that flow  
This emptiness is crushing  
 
Falling backwards through the sky  
My bridge is getting smaller  
There was no need to say goodbye  
A final hotline caller  
 
Memories flash before my eyes  
In my final seconds  
Guilt stings, to my surprise  
Life, again, it beckons  
 
Trembling hands still hold the rail  
As I regain control  
Like a ghost, my face is pale  
And I reclaim my soul  
 
Finally I can feel the ground  
And take a deep breath in  
I leave the bridge without a sound  
Until we meet again