The Bridge Testo

There's this bridge I've got to cross I feel alone. A child down to each side and I can´t carry both. The bridge is long we could fall down through holes, water all around; wind, wet and cold. One child insecure displays the confidence he doesn´t own, another child, uncertain, looks around and cries for home. My bridge is too unstable and the insecurity is letting go. There´s no holding to a crumbling bridge. When all the time is gone in between it tumbles. Time to move along... I toss and turn over and over, trying to dream out anxiety, easy answers to my problems. Keeping a grip on sanity until the sun comes up and my mind´s fresh and clean.