Thursday, February 4, 2016

The Bridge



The Bridge

I know that you are there
Somewhere in the mist
Hidden by time
Existing only in fading memories
There is a path back to you
A bridge that I may not cross
So I stand and look
Wanting so badly to cross
Enter the mist of time
So I can try to find you
And my memories will become real

If only I can cross the bridge

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