I think that there’s a bridge
out there somewhere,
lying distant in the winding path ahead.
One that spans across still waters,
beneath amber trees.
Just like in fairytales I’ve read.
 
I’ve only dreamt
of what might lie across its span.
I’ve pictured just how it will be
when step by step I walk,
hands gliding across its rails
as time drifts off so peacefully.
 
It keeps me going, hoping
that I’ll find it there.
That someday when my journey’s done,
I’ll walk around that final corner
of my time,
and find that bridge there in the sun.
 
Then I suppose I’ll pause
a moment to reflect,
while standing there, ready to cross.
I’m sure I’ll be in awe,
not knowing what to think.
I’m sure that I’ll be at a loss
 
for what to say, but then I guess
there’ll be no words
that will need saying,
I’ll just take the steps and go.
I’ll walk across that bridge
then I will finally be…
back in the place we all call home.