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The Bridge

The bridge was built of quarried stone

Across a river wild

Its sleepy arch would be at home

O’er Venetian canals

 

We carved out every rock ourselves

And placed them all by hand

Strong enough to face forever

That was what we planned

 

We built the bridge together

Thought it would stand forever

It crumbled into slivers

And I’m drowning in the river

 

The rocks are made of memories

Experiences shared

Some of yours and some of mine

And some we made in pairs

 

We built the bridge together

Thought it would stand forever

It crumbled into slivers

And I’m drowning in the river

 

There are no pictures of our bridge

It was only in our heads

It spanned the gap from you to me

But only in my head

 

We never stopped to check for weeds

For cracked or missing rocks

We put our feet up on the banks

Assuming we were strong

 

Time has all the time it needs

To wear down anything

Now all that’s left is a memory

Of a bridge that used to be

 

We built the bridge together

Thought it would stand forever

It crumbled into slivers

And I’m drowning in the river

 

It fell apart beneath me

I’m drowning in the river

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