Water Under My
Bridge
When
rainfall blends with tears
Thunder claps across brow’s ridge
And when lightning strikes my fears
You are the water under my bridge
When
the innocence of youth is lost
In dark, damp alleys discouraged
Even forgetting what grace cost
You are the water under my bridge
Thunder claps across brow’s ridge
And when lightning strikes my fears
You are the water under my bridge
In dark, damp alleys discouraged
Even forgetting what grace cost
You are the water under my bridge
When
the sweat and tears of vanity
Have
overflowed into heavy baggage
And tossed into the river of sanity
You are the water under my bridge
When
rust eats away at my heart
Weathered, beaten and damaged
In seasons abiding or nights apart
You are the water under my bridge
And
when the bridge collapses
With a worn map for my passage
Or the world’s end of all the ages
You are the water under my bridge
And tossed into the river of sanity
You are the water under my bridge
Weathered, beaten and damaged
In seasons abiding or nights apart
You are the water under my bridge
With a worn map for my passage
Or the world’s end of all the ages
You are the water under my bridge
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