on brooklyn bridge

God's piece of art that they blackened out

see her smile and trace her doubt

on the verge of the end, of the end of the verge

do you see her thoughts wander the brooklyn bridge

if she drove those miles and stood on the edge

i pledge

to stand, if God wills, at the end of the verge

to hold her hand on the brooklyn bridge

and to tell her once and once and for all

to leave to God, every fall

and beauty's place is not the end of the verge

her angels should come but not on brooklyn bridge