There is a bridge  where I live, I pass it every day.
It carries people to the station perhaps for a getaway.
What's their destination, where will they end up?
Are they meeting lovers, clandestine or not?
Are they suits paid for by the day?
Parents taking their children on their first holiday.
Does it hold secrets of the present, future past?
Has it been there long how much longer will it last?
I wish the bridge could tells us the secret of peoples travels.
Maybe it holds the secret key to a mystery unravel.
Maybe we will never know where each day these people go.
But the bridge is the key to each one's destiny.