And what does your kind say
to those that are in black and white?
Is it me, or have we lost connection
from what's wrong and right.
A wooden bridge from one to the other,
only now engulfed in a blazing fire.
Think of it no more as it takes hold,
the cold grasp of our natures gone to melted gold.
Set it free, my friend
Deep into the ocean of my head.
A dream where daylight fades,
it seems only I shall stay.
Now tell me, old friend.
Is the sky purest of blue?
But no, darkness over came
and still the bridge remains the same.
Hope can be seen far and wide,
yet he still cries.
Hypocrite, the god says
royalty he is not.
All that matters is,
that we make amends.
Now tell me, old friend.
Will I ever waken from this lullabye bridge?
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Submission Name: Lullabye Bridge
