Bridges over water, marsh or swamps

Some of them troubled, some trumps

Many roads to travel here and there

So many pathways in life, full of care



Finding those bridges we need to cross

Is a chore, but they're mapped, not lost

All we need do is to look deep within 

For the right path is right there, in a bin



One we all have deep down inside of us

One we can ride on to whatever we must

To find our own direction to these goals

Making our own bridges in a process sold 



From soul to mind through hearts open

And from that truth comes our hoping

Others will accept us for what we are

And not things we pretend to be, to star



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

8:18am Tuesday, April 21st, 1998