• I Look out over the bridge, as the sun sets down over the ocean waters.

    Tears slide down my stained face, The light breeze takes me away, and I close
    my eyes!

    Like the Sun that now sets, I'm fading away.
    When, the sun is suppose to rise in the morning, I wonder will I ever awake
    again?

    I've seen a million suns, and a million moons, if this shall be the last sight I see,

    It's breath taking!