Bridges

I have crossed a thousand bridges,
In my search for something real.
There were great suspension bridges
Made like spiderwebs of steel.

There were tiny wooden trestles
And there were bridges made of stone.
I have always been a stranger
And i've always been alone.

There's a bridge to tomorrow.
There's a bridge from the past.
There's a bridge made of sorrow,
That i pray will not last.

There's a bridge made of colors
In the sky high above.
And i think that there must be
Bridges made out of love.

I can see him in the distance,
On the river's other shore.
And his hands reach out in longing
As my own has done before,

And i call across to tell him
Where i believe the bridge must lie.
And i'll find it.
Yes, i'll find it.
If i search until i die.

There's a bridge to tomorrow.
There's a bridge from the past.
There's a bridge made of sorrow,
That i pray will not last.

There's a bridge made of colors
In the sky high above.
And i am certain that somewhere
There's a bridge made out of love.