Sun goes down
and shadows fall to fast
Man-made these bridges
weren’t build to last
When the last of your footfalls
fade into the past
I am left in the light
and nothing stands
before me
So I take the first
very tentative steps
Towards the path that’s
winding and sometimes fading
Under the overgrowth
I can hear the sounds
Of the earth left in the light
and nothing stands
before me
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