I tread in the rain
Amongst grainy terrain
I'm passing the fork
Brought forth to the bridge
Betwixt love and despair
Dreams that I don't care for anymore
I step towards the bridge
Three away from a fatal edge
Fragile is the human
Brawn is the spirit
The spirit is the pillar which holds the bridge
I overlook a glistening river
Moonlight ripples as my pebble bounces three times
The moonlit river is a reflection of me
Ever changing and ever flowing
Hesitation is a dam near by
Perseverance is chi
Goodbye to you
Three cheers for me
Hurry up the hurray
Death of my former self
The shell of my past sinks
As much as I used to complain
Tender memories is all that remains
Nostalgia constant in my dreams
Understanding that this very moment will be on display
As a billboard or a monument one day
On the bridge near Memory Lane
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