There is a bridge to cross
Where the river runs fast and deep
There is a bridge to cross
I see it in my sleep.

On one side grey,the other green
One side, waking,one side, dream
There is a bridge to cross
I must decide
To stay or cross the great divide?

It does not move
It's always there
The bridge is more than I can bear.

There is a bridge to cross
And many have crossed before me
It doesn't make it easier
To see how many there are
Or how far they have gone.

Upon my word, I'll cross one day
From grey to green
From waking to a state of dream like trance
I often glance at the bridge out there
More than I can bear or not
The bridge is all
I've got.