A bridge covers the great divide and where once I only saw it’s capacity to reach the other side.
Many times I have looked out the window of tall buildings down at people on the streets and across at apartments and buildings with hardly a mind, because I knew I would be able to leave them at some point. Now when I look, it is with the eyes of a person who recognises the true value of freedom.
Now I see a bridge as a strong helping hand. Now I see that I am a bridge. I am a strong helping hand!