I long so much to go, across that bridge.
I can’t see much, because of the mist,
But I know it has to be better than this.
A world of peace, love and bliss.
Freedom from the struggle here,
full of hatred, stress and fear.
The sun dips low into the gloom
I leave as darkness begins to loom,
A new day begins on that shore.
I start walking, with new hope.
Dawn breaks and the mist drifts apart,
I look ahead, leaving behind the past.
I see another woman, beyond the stream,
Walking across, with the very same dream.
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