You walk the paths,
You cross the streets.
Your single heart,
Slowly beats.
The bridge is built,
Others burn,
As you take,
Another turn.
You turn your back,
You turn away.
The bridge is gone,
What more to say?
Turn away,
Walk too far.
Soon you wont know,
Where you are.
The hardest thing to choose,
Which bridge to cross.
Which bridge to burn,
What path is lost.
Choose wisely my friend,
I am here with you.
Whichever way,
Be sure it is true.
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