One More Bridge to Cross

by Jim Miller, Jan 26, 2009
There always seems to be another bridge.
Times are hard
But they could be worse
Bad luck isn’t new
It’s an age old curse
I know if I sit back
And bide my time
My soul will reach out
And touch my mind
I’m working hard now
To be my own boss
Another step ahead
I got one more bridge to cross
Taking it easy
With the sun going down
I sit back and listen
To night with out sound
I think I have heard it said
A million times before
At the end of life
Awaits a golden door
Fact becoming superstition
Superstition becoming fact
Everything is losing place
Nothing seems intact
Don’t tell me that the end is easy
Because I don’t think it fits
I don’t think were going to find
A place where golden angels sit
We're not going to find a home
Like children who are lost
I have opened up the golden door
And there’s one more bridge to cross

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