The Bridge

They say there's a bridge out there

Out there in the mist

Some will deny it's there

Others will tell you it don't even exist.

It's not made of iron, nor steel, nor stone

Yet it spans the rising waters

We are but bags of blood and bone

Yet we carry the weight of our sons and our daughters

And now the fields are all but drowned

And we climb up to the ridge

Some will seek the higher ground

Some of us the bridge

If all is behind us now

Beneath that swollen river

The bridge we will find somehow

Only then will we be delivered

Though some will claim to be inclined

It's a figment or a ghost

But the bridge is deep inside the mind

Invisible to most

And now the city's all but drowned

And here up on the ridge

Some will seek the higher ground

Some of us the bridge

Open the gates that we may follow

Open the bridge to all of us

Open the floodgates to the river

Open the bridge that we may cross