THE OLD WOODEN BRIDGE

By the old wooden bridge she sat
Looking over into the beyond
A new world called she longed to answer
But did not know how to get across
Her limbs were useless she could not walk
She yearned to get over the old wooden bridge

Come my friend I will help you across

She knew such pain as she looked at the bridge
How could she ever get across
She felt so stifled an empty shell
Over the bridge she could find new life
But nothing could help her to get across
A scream was forming in her throat
Desperate was she to find new life
She felt like a puppet dangling on a string

Come my friend I will help you across

Just then she felt the breeze on her face
As it sang a beautiful song in the trees
Gentle and calm caressing her body
“Put your foot forwards I’ll help you to walk
Trust me and put your sweet hand in mine
I’ll take you with me to that brand new land”

Come my friend I will help you across

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