Somewhere along the line,
the bridge broke.
The loss of connection,
and hope.

You can still see its remains,
And all its leftover damage.
One day everything became to much,
Too much to manage.

and It's a landmark,
that all can see,
That somewhere along the line,
the bridge broke.
Kinda like inside of me,

and it's a sight to see.
How something damaged,
Wrecked and ruined,
Can still be,
Beautiful,
It's still beautiful to me

Maybe
The same will be said about me.

and when the scars have sealed,
and The land has healed,
It'll just be a reminder
Of the storms of the past,
It'll be a monument proclaiming
That the pain doesn't last.

and when my scars have sealed
and my wounds have healed,
maybe, i'll be like the bridge

Broken, but beautiful