Hold my hand and take a chance, a leap of faith I ask
Together we shall walk the bridge and face our final task
The mighty sword I hold aloft and wave into the air
The arrows that you aim so high and send with little care.
To look at you with blood and bruise and hatred in your eyes
I realise with little thought of capturing our prize
For across the mountain, above the lake and leading to the ridge
Is the place of peace we long to hold, the place they call the bridge.
The bridge that crosses all mankind and gives us life to care
Is a bridge of harmony and soul that mankind fights to share
All of mankind with every God and every form of sorrow
Will sit again upon the bridge and prey for their tomorrow
So whoever now it can be said can hold a world together
Will seal a time when all mankind can walk the bridge forever
For when this bridge that heals mankind and makes us all as one
The time of peace and not pointless Gods will have eventually began
About the Creator
David Aleman
I am a tired, middle aged man. Artistic and sporty but broken and bruised.
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