Oh, what an anomaly it is
To be naught but a lonely bridge

To have to hold the hands between
Two sides where I have never been

And if appear a friend or foe
I watch them go which way they go

Some days I ponder where they stop
As I do hold my beams aloft

But, if the journey is what counts
Permit me then this small account

I did my part to wish them well
And spare them from the river’s swell

So, on they cross and on I stand
A lonely bridge between the land

Do not be sad, I’m quite serene
For all the wonders that I’ve seen

Could not be found on any tour
In truth I could not ask for more