Crossing the Bridge

Don’t tell me how I should feel
or make me do things your own way
You’ll keep me from crossing the bridge
Refusing to listen to what I have to say

Your nights could be my days
And your days could be my nights
How you or I perceive it will depend
On the brightness of the light

Life is full of choices
And events we can’t control
So close your eyes to what you
Don’t want to see
And to the memories continue to hold

For beating me down when I’m already
On my knees
Gives you no more power to bestow
It will only break the bridge on which we stand
And we’ll both crash to the water below

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