Why'd the folks burnt the bridge,
When 'coz of it two cities astringe?

"We don't want it
'Coz peace won't make out of it,"
The cold city said,
Only having thoughts of dread.

The warm city professed
That they could care but less -
Having thoughts of indifference
But somewhat distressed.

Both cities faced all storms alone.
Waited 'til the sun shone.
Yet not a ray has shown.
"For what fault do we atone?"

Unknown cause made warm city shiver.
"Does the sin we don't know of can make us suffer?"
The least that they can afford
Is to catch the cold.

Albeit, they already did,
And cold city keeps the cure they need.

The warm city weeped.
"Do we die 'coz of a sin we didn't make?"
They perished within a week,
And for what sake?

The other city didn't get ahold
Of the cold but were still cold.
Surely, they won't ever know
If what the bridge is for.