They built a Bridge over which we could see the righteous graft
And the righteous could see how to escape the consistency of toil
And we would laugh at what it must be like to be seen as something to look up to
For we have never seen the sun just a refection of hope
That one day will see us be the righteous

As children we took forty steps towards all we are meant to be
No thoughts that can be called our own , like dreams are owned
Amongst the ****** and fallen dreams
We hide behind a railway bridge
Where do we find these thoughts – that love only exists in a reborn Broken Landscape