Two stand on a bridge,
away from the world.
Midnight has gone,
four hours, or more.
Their hands clasped tight,
in the face of the dawn.
Not know what will come,
but knowing what has past.
They'll stand together,
untill the very last,
star in the sky,
gone dim in the morning.
When the sun has risen,
once more in the sky,
their paths will part.
The last kiss goodbye.
He holds her in is arms,
one last time before the end
then slowly he turns
and walks silently away.
No tears in her eyes,
as she also turns away.
Silently they part,
there is no turning back.
He turns his head just once,
to watch her walk away.
Into her eyes, to his surprise,
she silently stares back.
They cannot be together,
but again their fingers touch.
They know that they are wrong,
but they'll never be apart.
