We all live by the impulse of our minds. The visions we set pace. The ambitions we nurture. The whistle of our missions And here lies above us, A bridge we must connect
Oh! Tradition........ An entity that dares; of what spell in our minds. Crossing the bridge always seems impossible. Yet, our traditions, mostly laughable.
Sound minds lost to anxiety Love turns a new leaf of angst Lives witness it call to death And yet, a bridge we must connect.
Must we live by the traditions that ruin lives. Certainly, what I know of Traditions are meant to serve the people And not people as sacrifice For the oath of our traditions. What a bridge we must connect!
Live by good traditions and shun life taking traditions.