Bridges

All the bridges that you burn
Come back one day to haunt you
One day you’ll find you’re walking
Lonely…

Baby I
Never meant to hurt you
Sometimes the best intentions
Still don’t make things right…

But all my ghosts they find me
Like my past they think they own me
In dreams and dark corners they
surround me
Till I cry I cry

-Tracy Chapman

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About Nick Gill

orphan-poet-adoptee-soldier-prodigal-servant-husband- counselor-desperate seeker after my Father's face "I feel my body weakened by the years as people turn to gods of cruel design. Is it that they fear the pain of death, or is it that they fear the joy of life?" - Toad the Wet Sprocket

Posted on 4 July, 2006, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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