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Samiam - The Bridge
There´s this bridge I´ve got to cross I feel alone.
A child down to each side and I can´t carry both.
The bridge is long we could fall down through holes,
water all around; wind, wet and cold.
One child insecure displays the confidence he doesn´t own,
another child, uncertain, looks around and cries for home.
My bridge is too unstable and the insecurity is letting go.
There´s no holding to a crumbling bridge.
When all the time is gone in between it tumbles.
Time to move along... I toss and turn over and over,
trying to dream out anxiety, easy answers to my problems.
Keeping a grip on sanity until the sun comes up
and my mind´s fresh and clean.
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