He walked along the bridge thinking about his decision
He watched the waves crash with such precision.
The moonlight bled over the night’s sky
Jumping now would be a perfect good-bye.

Stepping to the edge he can see his life is about to end.
This time its real, this is not pretend.
He thinks about heaven and he thinks about hell.
Which one is which is hard to tell.

It wouldn’t take long, he thinks.
He would take a few breaths before he sinks.
Stepping closer to the edge he can see birds soar
Such a beautiful site before floating to the ocean floor.

His eyes close as he prepares for his next move.
Is this what he wants or is this something he has to prove?
His eyes open as a bird sits in his hands.
This is when he steps back and understands.

He sits down and watches the bird fly away
It was obvious he had lost his way.
He was a suicidal dreamer.
Now he is a believer.

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