There's a bridge that crosses a River of Tears.
The river that flows is fueled by fears.
On a bridge stands a tree that burns.
Engulfed within is a heart that yearns.
Yearns for a love, once known now lost.  
The price is high but no matter the cost;
Once reaped now sewn, we've both been shown.
True love like gold will never rust.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.