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Two Bridges
One day whilst I was walking
 I came upon a shore
 Two bridges stood across it
 Both led towards open doors
 I just sat down and wondered 
 “What ever shall I do?”
 For one bridge was my old path
 And one completely new
 
 Chorus
 Which bridge should I walk across
 And which bridge should I burn?
 I cannot discern the two
 I hope that I’ll soon learn
 Which bridge I should walk across 
 And which bridge I should burn
 For I cannot discern the two
 I hope that I’ll soon learn
 
 I decided to start forwards
 But I stopped in my track
 The other had possibility
 I started to glance back
 Which one was the correct route?
 Which one would bring sorrow?
 I looked both ways in misery
 No idea where to go
 
 Chorus
 
 I began to debate myself
 To weigh the pros and cons
 But I ended up more confused
 With what was right or wrong
 Perhaps both were the right route
 Both would take me the right way
 Then should I just go with closed eyes
 Hope neither would lead astray?
 
 Chorus
 
 I scrunched my eyes together
 And then turned twice around
 I started walking forwards
 Hoping the road that I walked down
 Would lead me to my purpose
 Whatever it should be
 I hoped that the path I chose
 Was the right one for me
 
 Chorus
 
 I felt the wood beneath me
 And opened up my eyes
 The path that I had taken
 Seemed to be a compromise
 Between what I thought would happen
 And I what I’d dreamed it would be
 It wasn’t horrid after all
 And with that I sighed, relived
 
 Whatever bridge I walk across
 Whichever I do burn
 I can make a better place
 I can adapt and learn
 The hardest parts deciding
 The route of which to take
 It’s not the twist or turn that’s right
 It’s what of it you make
 
 It’s not the twist or turn that’s right
 It’s what of it you make

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