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I’ve been standing on this unfinished bridge
Looking down into the long pristine river of
Hope
Love
And tears.
Hoping that maybe just maybe I'll see my reflection...
And I found out I was hoping for Her reflection, not mine.
But now its done the bridge leading to light,
And I can hear my footsteps on the masonry wood.