There’s a bridge and I’m standing on one side, you on the other. My hope feeds my willpower that’s why I stand tall and wait. Yet in a blink of an eye, the presence of you vanishes. The only time you’re alive is when the memories of you dances across my mind. Wishful thinking has captured my soul, it feeds the fire that keeps my hope alive. Wishful thinking’s the reason I’m standing here; my roots punctured in the ground not willing to move, I stand here waiting. Day after day, night after night I stand on this bridge because maybe, just maybe you’ll come back to me.