I cross the old wooden bridge A time machine to the past Each step could be the one To trigger the magic I am halfway across, looking back I can see nothing, clouds, mountain tops, no bridge My footsteps vanished, alongside the old wooden planks I walk on, praying Please let the next step take me home The clouds ahead looked thinner Started to clear I could see the most amazing buildings Blue and white Gripping the rail edge to move on A white shroud stole my beautiful vista I was alone, nothing but wooden planks ahead of me That’s when I heard a small voice Do you want your old life? I couldn’t stop myself from yelling, yes! Then turn around. If you have faith The bridge will appear Would you take that step back With nothing to see but clouds?
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