THE BRIDGE
Just like this old bridge with its sway
I feel that the weight of time
is beginning to steal
a memory to bury
But some days I cross over
To the other side
And I see the leaves
With their colors of gold
And I remember my prayer
To you Lord, and how you promised
To give me strength
As I grow old
So keep my thoughts on you
As I cross over this old bridge
With its sway
F0r I’m safe with you for another day.
Un Bel Di 2008
