Building Bridges

If you are wondering where I am
And why my knees are sore --
I am building a bridge 
From my heart to yours
A bridge that would erase
The memory of our wars
A bridge that would heal
All the wounds we caused
A bridge that would bind us
With a ribbon of hope
That will connect me to you
On a never-ending tightrope.

When my bridge is built
I will shamelessly stride
And when you see me there, on the bridge
Invite me over to the other side.
I will cross it with pride 
Leading my heart over to you
And once we'll be together
Our dream of peace will finally come true.
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