THE WEDDING
Down the bridge
A maiden stood
In a long white gown
In church it should
Weeping endlessly
Her eyes blurry
That made the flowing river
Whisper sorry
Her crimson lips
Now been washed with tears
Unable to say
She seized the day
Her groom indeed
Was gone without a word
Leaving her behind the dark world
A heart that as sweet as she
She wondered why it couldn't be
But never again
The maiden vowed
Will she ever walk
In the aisle of doubt