THE BRIDGE
I came to a bridge I instinctively knew Crossing it would mean No going back The pull of the new The lure of the adventure Was overwhelming I faltered I hesitated I doubted I was still attached To this side of the bridge The side I knew so well It was so familiar There was a grief in my heart A great fondness overtook me A nostalgia for the old And then I heard a small voice within Just go, it said Just walk Put one foot in front of the other Step upon step And let life show you What to do I walked across the bridge It led here.
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