The Last Bridge to Burn
The fires burn in the distance now
yet he feels better, some how
Gasoline and matches, his keys to freedom
wouldn't bother looking in his eyes, no way to read em.
no longer may an Army invade
soon the memory will all but fade
A single man, lost to an island without entrance
A self assigned isolation sentance.
For he burned every bridge that lead to his home
And wrote the history of his sins with in this poem.
No more fear of mistrust
no more confusing love with lust
his isolation guarded his soul
from everything the the world stole
The fires will burn for many days
but this island where his heart stays.
yet he feels better, some how
Gasoline and matches, his keys to freedom
wouldn't bother looking in his eyes, no way to read em.
no longer may an Army invade
soon the memory will all but fade
A single man, lost to an island without entrance
A self assigned isolation sentance.
For he burned every bridge that lead to his home
And wrote the history of his sins with in this poem.
No more fear of mistrust
no more confusing love with lust
his isolation guarded his soul
from everything the the world stole
The fires will burn for many days
but this island where his heart stays.