The bridge is crossed, The bond are broken , lines are drawn , do not be mistaken.
As what you left , on the other side of the bridge
Will come to haunt you
In your darkest nights and cold winter mornings.
Once this match is lit and the bridge is burnt
The ashes you will breathe ,
Of memories happy and sad, of people love and dead ,
Of Love lost and unspoken of .
Once this bridge turn to Ash ,
You ought to know , there’s absolutely
No way back .