Rope
Bridge - Annabel Lamb
Your
reason may escape you
Clouded
by images of ivory and gold waiting for you
Panning
for stones of wonder
The
village thinks you're crazy
Everyone
is watching what you do
Don't
look back, don't look up, don't look down
Don't
turn sideways and don't turn around
The
bridge is made of rope
We cross
so slowly
Holding
on to the sides
We sway,
we sway, we sway
The
glory and the hope are on the other side
The
bridge is made of rope
Don't
cut the cord, don't cut the cord, don't cut the cord
To be
a fine explorer hacking at jungle
You
must be prepared for things you haven't seen
There
may be stranger spirits
That
lie in wait amongst the leaves
Touching
the trail where you have been
Don't
look back, don't look up, don't look down
Don't
turn sideways and don't turn around
The
bridge is made of rope
We cross
so slowly
Holding
on to the sides
We sway,
we sway, we sway
The
glory and the hope are on the other side
The
bridge is made of rope
Don't
cut the cord, don't cut the cord, don't cut the cord