As you cross different bridges in yo' life,
And you move forward,
Be sure to take in all da beauty
that sorrounds you,
For we may not cross
that same bridge again.
Different Speed sands,
You got Away to get up,
Never declined, but steps forwards,
On cheek dried tears
When nobody to Hankie you,
A thirsty, dried throat,
When hope of oasis aint nowhere anymore
But the memory will last at life time.
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