Bridges

I have crossd athousand bridges
in my search for something real.
There were great suspension bridges,
made like spiderweds of steel.
There were tiny wooden trestles,
and there were bridges made of stone.
I have always been a stranger
and I've always been alone.

There's a bridge to tomorrow.
There's a bridge from the past.
There's a bridge made of sorrow
that I pray will not last.

There's a bridge made of colors
in the sky high above
and I think that there must be
bridges made out of love.

I can see her in the distance
on the river's other shore.
And her hands reach out in longing
as my own have done before.
And I call across to tell her
where I believe the bridge must lie.
And I'll find it, yes, I'll find it,
if I search until I die.

When the bridge is between us,
we'll have nothing to fear.
We will run through the sunlight
and I'll meet her halfway.

There's a bridge made of colors
in the sky high above
and I'm certain that somewhere
there's a bridge made of love.

When the bridge is between us,
we'll have nothing to fear.
We will run through the sunlight
and I'll meet her halfway.

There's a bridge made of colors
in the sky high above
and I'm certain that somewhere
there's a bridge made of love.
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