There is a bridge that seems to be broken
A bridge we cannot cross
And by not getting to the other side
We face a great loss
For, the other side offers comfort
Kindness and caring
There is a gentleness there
Nothing overbearing
If we just built half of the bridge
And someone else builds the other
Then we could meet in the middle
With love for our fellowman, our brother
Yes, it is a bridge called Love
Somewhere along the way
someone forgot its upkeep
But, it's never too late to start building
And in the middle, meet
Have A Wonderful Day, Dear Friend
And May God Bless You, Always
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