Bridge Over Troubled Water

I walk out into the night,
Not knowing what will happen.
I walk onto the hard driveway,
And make my way to the road.
I keep walking until I reach,
The no longer useable bridge.
It starts to rain,
Soon it turns to a down pour.
I cross my arms and lean on the soft wood,
My hair sticking to my neck.
Nothing heard.
No one around to see my tears,
That mix with the water running down my face.
I look over the edge,
Only to make out,
A bridge over troubled water.