On an afternoon in February, the tide seemed to be well behaved
Water storms in through the chasm, and a bridge extends the gap.
Something as a simple as crossing a bridge could prove to be oh so complex
The calm water sent a wave through the chasm that didn’t go under the bridge
And the boys went down.
He tried, they tried; all in all it took about five –just five minutes.
The boys were swept out to water before they’d known what had hit them. Out of almost nothing, the chasm was stealing life out of two boys. The first and smaller of two disappeared at once. He was not found
til the next morning, by some random local.
The second boy was not as lucky. He fought and he fought for his life, and his friends fought with him. They stripped their clothing for rope, in an attempt to save him. But in the end the friends yelled down, talked him through the rest of his life.
“There was nothing we could do. There was nothing we could do.”
I still feel them bleeding through my veins.
