In my dream, there is a broken bridge.
That bridge impossible to cross.
Yet, all is possible
                     in the land of dreams.
So,
why fret?
Except, this:
                     In my dream, there exist this broken bridge.

Such amazing strength,
To be so weak and
Yet survive.

I'm right, they're wrong.
They just won't get along.
Of course that's why we fight.






                     (Effing morons anyway...)