Bridges
Bridges
You cannot come full circle
When a bridge you walked gets burned,
It’s time to build a better one
From past lessons that you learned.
You can build yourself a drawbridge
To control who comes across,
The ones you trust will come and go
And your heart won’t feel the loss.
Some bridges have a price to pay
With a tollbooth in the middle,
But then again you watched it burn
As the devil played the fiddle.
Bridges do not mean a thing
When love takes you by the hand,
Burn your last bridge to the ground
And walk barefoot in the sand.
Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2024
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