bridges (explore)

There's a bridge to tomorrow

There's a bridge to the past

There's a bridge made of sorrow

That I pray will not last

There's a bridge made of color

In the sky high above

And I pray that there must be

Bridges made out of love

I can see him in the distance

On the river's other shore

And his arms reach out in longing

As my own have 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

Done