Down upon the end of the bridge, nobody knows what is there.
The ones who actually went across never came back down, they just fell at the end near the stairs.
Rumor has it that sometimes you can see hands floating on top of the lake.
But really who knows because nobody came back, all the water did was take.
Looking along the bridge, you see a shadowy sky.
That must be where your soul goes when you die.
Someday, all this will be figured out,
Somebody has to take the chance and go across and come back, then they can say what it is all about.
It could just be a tale or two,
Somebody strong, fierce and true.
It looks pretty steep, from where I am standing tall.
Just watch you don't make that fall.
Maybe someone will.take a chance
Maybe run instead of prance.
One day we will know the ending of the tale.
Somebody, somewhere, please do not fail.
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