I used to be soft,
like a quill of course.
I was never harsh,
an innocent child.

But the time never stopped,
neither did my steps.
Now my past's waving at me
and I can't return.

Because the Bridge is broken.
And so am I.
Yes, I can't help but realise,
'It's all changed.'

Those memories keep striking,
Still, I'm neutral,
I can't act but realise
'I've changed.'
Yes it's true.

The time has transfigured me,
Never, never ever to be the same.