Soaring past the ears That fail to hear
That speak of love and hope and dreams
Found in others, toys and ice cream
So much joy a little cup yet up up up
Only to drop and shatter a knee
While getting uncertain looks from she
No one likes a bear in rage
But what they can't see is the cage
Around his mind that he truly doesn't understand
Fighting everyday to break free yet
There's not even a light in the tunnel to see
Who'd want to be around an angry bear?
Certainly you couldn't scratch his hairy hair
The moon doesn't mind
But she's only being kind
She wants nothing to do with it
I long to have my own kids, job, and pay
But I couldn't bear to see another today
Sunday, saturday, wednesday, May,
I can't imagine one more day
I've gotten to know the sun and I've dated the moon,
Yet it's surely not too soon
To say I will never love
Anything on earth or up above
The bridge calls my name
But maybe it's just for fame
I once went to that bridge though I knew better
I made it out alive and thought I was better
Now thinking of it all the time
I don't think it's something of the past
No matter how far it always will last
As an image graven into my mind
Can I ever find
Hope and dreams or either or
The bear in rage trudges on
Soon there will be no night light on
Why not visit the bridge next today
It surely seems to take the pain away
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