Bridges Burned

Oh be careful not to burn those bridges

Son, they’re what got you where you are today

Might just have to go back across them

You may not be able to find another way

The grass may seem a little tad greener

Then the old grass that grew at home

The trees may bear a different type of fruit

Son as you stand beneath them all alone

Now son you know we all make mistakes

Its just part of the human frailty

The trick is to learn from each and every one

To learn to accept love’s own reality

You know son I walked that ragged road myself

I’d say a time or two in years gone past

Took the turns and met with my own demons

That showed me my life was speeding by far too fast

Son I even learned to swim the raging rivers

Of the bridges I myself had burned behind

Wished like hell in that freezing water

That I had not have been so very blind

Well son I will say goodbye and leave you now

Looks like my bridge runs East and yours goes West

I see a shady spot over yonder by the river

That may be a place for these old bones to rest.