Bridges after bridges burn,
Seek for something to seize and tie,
Hello to highs, to leave high with dry
& I keep waiting for time to fly
Sidewalks, after sidewalks turn-
Left on Murray St we fight;
Battles lost, and won, and tied
Still I keep waiting for time to fly
Fists clenched, & head hanging so low,
Tomorrow, tomorrow and so it goes
This soldier's heart has none to follow
Beats like a drum, of a fortune untold.
Bridges burnt & sidewalks turned,
Still I keep waiting for time to fly,
Tomorrow's a day this loneliness yearns
What prevails is emptiness this sorrowful night.
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