Bridges

I have crossed a thousand bridges,

In my search for something real.

There were great suspension bridges

Made like spiderwebs 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 him in the distance,

On the river's other shore.

And his hands reach out in longing

As my own has done before,

And i call across to tell him

Where i believe the bridge must lie.

And i'll find it.

Yes, i'll find it.

If i search until i die.

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 am certain that somewhere

There's a bridge made out of love.