The Bridge

On a bridge made of stone
Stands a man all alone
The bridge was his motivation
It worked him to the bone

With every nail that he drove
It drove him farther from his own
In his punishing isolation
The bridge just feels like home

She didn't feel quite the same
She despised the bridge and who he became
She left in devastation
She left him there in shame

He said "I don't understand"
This was not part of the plan
But it got lost in the translation
Like a castle made of sand

In all the years he's spent struggling
He's been haunted at every turn
He fights the fear that he's growing old
And reminds us in all that he's learned
That we build and burn

Here I am all alone
On that bridge made of stone
With smothering motivation
I'm working to the bone

In the end it's what I've known
It's what I hate but have to show
The bridge is my dedication
The bridge just feels like home

In all the years I've been struggling
I've been haunted at every turn
I fight the fear as I'm growing old
And remember in all that I've learned
That we build and burn