Your Bridge II. Hollow Corner

Part two.

The corner - it's empty
Cobwebs hang over the wooden floor
The beat is hollow
A repetitious sore


The sun is rubbing its burning eyes
As it rises up through the clouds
The moon retires to the shaded region
Where the emptiness is always felt

The rampaging engine pushes itself
As it struggles to maintain life
The fuel drips and begins to run out
As the engine bleeds and dies down


The corner - it's empty
Cobwebs hang over the wooden floor
The beat is hollow
A repetitious sore


The rocket is swaying in the breeze
Too light to maintain a steady course
The parachute is launched so perfectly
But time-torn tears let it plummet in descent


The corner - it's empty
Cobwebs hang over the wooden floor
The beat is hollow
A repetitious sore


The spark is dwindling in the air
Too weak to start its own inferno
The boot is dropped so heavily
Stamping out the life