She was standing on a bridge|No one there to catch her fall|I could see she was a lot like me|Running wild but not free| |Better friends there never were|Two hearts true|Two paths unknown|I held tight but she let go|That bridge was just her stepping stone| |Angels fly here on earth|Though they rarely know their worth|So much misery she never felt at home|Her heart did ache, her soul did moan| |No mother here, her father jailed|A sorrowful heart is hard to quell|We laughed and danced, but she was lost inside|Just like the darkness in her deep brown eyes| |I asked her once about the Heavenly Host|The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost|She said dust I was and dust I'll be|I only pray He brings peace to me