Bridges built from east to west
At every corner, you passed their tests
When everything seems perfect, it is often such a mess
Days will pass and times will change, but you’ll never be like the rest
Bridges built for man to conquer
Graves dug with families left somber
Memories made while others’ debts are paid
The ace of hearts beats the house, but surely you’ve turned up a spade
Bridges burned by a woman scorned
Trouble brews ahead; consider yourself forewarned
Wicked and wily she plots your demise
How far you’ve come since first greeted by her smiling eyes
Bridges built leading nowhere at all
Why is the recognition of smooth sailing indicative of a fall?
Summer heat and humidity make your blood boil hot
When your journeys lead you off course will you continue or stop?
Bridges built to take you to and away from the people you love
Does your heart rest with your people or with the word welcome on a rug?
Sixty days now you’ve been afoot
Your hair long, greasy and grimy; hands and face covered in soot
Bridges built to honor men both deserving and not
Will you recognize your destination without an x marking the spot?
Better on the move than at rest with your thoughts
What is it you have learned from your journey? Tell me what your road has taught