Bridges

<br>The furrowed bed of sand worries again<br>As it had before, waves left the land<br>For the falling leaves the child weeping alone,<br>He`s letting go of the anchor and all the lines...<br>waiting for the fingers of the grey wave<br>or his mother`s hand to roll over him<br>with endless water...10,000 bridges<br>Show me father.<br>Now I`m older, now much older<br>And this wake can take me out to sea<br>I feel the pull beneath my feet<br>I can see her, she is calling<br>I can feel her there...I can feel her there<br>waiting for the fingers of the grey wave<br>or his mother`s hand to roll over him<br>with endless water...10,000 bridges<br>Show me father.