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Bridges (Crossed and Burned)
She is down on her luck, with no place to turn
Embedded with waifs and strays, her skin patched with bruises and burns
The clothes on her back are tattered and torn
She sleeps in the doorways, where drunks spit out their cold scorn
A lonely young man, with no money to spare
Staggered to see her pain, not sure if he should care
He stretches out his hand, clings to the hope that she can stand
But her fear backs her into the shadows
A helpless girl in a hopeless land
He's a stranger to luck got no place to turn
Embedded with the waifs and strays, his sin was only to yearn
The coat on his back is matted and worn
He sleeps in old boxes, wishing he'd never been born
If only somebody, with a minute to spare
Would offer some tea and their hand, to prove that somebody cares
So he reaches out to touch them, Grasps at hope but he can't stand
And their guilt drags them out of the shadows
Their focus sharp on their homemade plans
What do you do when you lose your way?
How do you cope with that pain?
In a world that just turns away
Well bridges are crossed and bridges are burned
You know that the truth is the proof
It's a lesson that never is learned
You know that the truth is the proof
A lesson that never is learned
Words and music Dave Bradley
Just in from the critics:
"Absolutely beautiful, naturally sung, with genuine empathy"
"no exaggeration...this is a beautiful piece of music"
"Emotive theme which will always be current"
"Brought a tear to my eye"
