the bridge

Midway I stand
Sullen, forlorn
Rooted on the spot
Not daring to go
Left or right

To be the cause yet to console
To bear, but to give
To selfishness, but to be generous
To love, but to live,
To grasp, but to let go

Until fate pushes me to walk
Unless rough winds drag me yonder
Until heaven weeps to mourn
Until the sun burns and scathes
Until the earth trembles and shakes…

…I will stand my ground (loving you)…