In my short life I have burned many bridges
and they can't be rebuilt.
but that is something I am learn to live with.
Now some of the bridges I burned needed to go up in flame.
While other bridges may have just got torched from anger.
Well whichever the case may be those bridges are now burnt.
And there nothing I can do except leave those ashes behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem