• Poetry

    Burning Bridges

    With freedom calling loud and clear She finds herself free from the clutches of fear Facing once again the truth… That she was born to roam So once again she’s found… Burning Bridges On her way home Rose Colored lenses tossed aside There’s no place left For the truth to hide Lifetimes past have come round again Time to repay the debts Time to release the pain With freedom calling loud and clear She finds herself free from the clutches of fear Facing once again the truth… That she was born to roam So once again she’s found… Burning Bridges On her way home How bittersweet the taste of freedom…