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Array ( [sid] => 44545 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Free At Last [time] => 2004-04-24 00:01:07 [hometext] => I wrote this Long ago.. and its Haunted me ever since. [bodytext] => Walking On the Edge Alone
Walking along the rail
The Chilly Cold waters below ,
beckoned her , Calling Soft and Low
The night was dark and no cars came round
As she stood staring down from Old Cold Steel Bridge.

Thoughts of her Life flashed before her.
Her life was over and IT wasn't getting
any Better.
No one Cared
Hell they hardly knew her!
I can picture her ,Crying sadly to herself,
"No One would miss her at all."

I bet her eyes were stinging with tears ,
And I wonder if she thought ,she could hear the water calling her down.
The bridge was pretty quiet
No one seemed around.
Too bad she hadn't found another way.

There is always Hope .
If only I had known....
I would have offered my Hand...
to pull her off of there!
If Only she would have waited for just a bit
for me to get there,
She could have ,
Just took my Hand.
But I heard about it all too Late ,
And now

She's Free At Last.

Whisper
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Free At Last

Contributed by Whisper on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 12:01:07 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Walking On the Edge Alone
Walking along the rail
The Chilly Cold waters below ,
beckoned her , Calling Soft and Low
The night was dark and no cars came round
As she stood staring down from Old Cold Steel Bridge.

Thoughts of her Life flashed before her.
Her life was over and IT wasn't getting
any Better.
No one Cared
Hell they hardly knew her!
I can picture her ,Crying sadly to herself,
"No One would miss her at all."

I bet her eyes were stinging with tears ,
And I wonder if she thought ,she could hear the water calling her down.
The bridge was pretty quiet
No one seemed around.
Too bad she hadn't found another way.

There is always Hope .
If only I had known....
I would have offered my Hand...
to pull her off of there!
If Only she would have waited for just a bit
for me to get there,
She could have ,
Just took my Hand.
But I heard about it all too Late ,
And now

She's Free At Last.

Whisper

Copyright © Whisper ... [ 2004-04-24 00:01:07]
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Re: Free At Last (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 12:06:29 AM AEST
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How very sad that someone's life can be that desolate that they would leave it of their own choosing. I can see why it would bother you.

Rita

Re: Free At Last (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 12:27:23 AM AEST
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This was powerful and it hit me hard.

I am speechless..

Kie

Re: Free At Last (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 01:33:15 AM AEST
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very sad but a good thought provoking write.

wildejohnny

Re: Free At Last (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 02:02:08 AM AEST
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tears are flowing I just lost another friend recently to suicide heartbreaking and yes a haunting write.
michelle

Re: Free At Last (User Rating: 1 )
by mountainhigh on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 04:46:29 AM AEST
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One is always missed, one must think of the one who will miss and what future has been stolen away. Love is on the wings of the wind, ever swirlling ever to catch up, linger a while and see what the wind stirs into that beautiful heart.

Thank you for sharing.

Re: Free At Last (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Friday, 14th May 2004 @ 01:49:03 AM AEST
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sad and thought provoking..well written. venkat

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