Standing from this side of the bank
A thick river separates Me from the past
Remains of the once a bridge hang
Brought down and burnt by our own hands
Should I try rebuilding the bridge
After that will my heart be at ease?
Memories of the other side's scenes
Nightmares of the committed sins
I long for the other side
But also fear it's dangers

I laid my eyes on you the other day
My arm raised I tried to wave
Shouted, calling out your name
My voice drowned and silenced by the raging waves
Why did you not  look my side
Do you miss us or just despise the dust
I thought your heart holds no grudge
Or did you move on so fast
Come to think of it who was that man

Why?? Do I spend most of my time here
Staring and reminiscing into the past
Why waste over one measly year
With so much to do this side,
Why am I standing here?
I think, the fog just cleared
Let the bridge be, it won't be necessary
I'll rebuild everything here
One last time I look, hoping to catch you
My prints in the Muddy bank as I leave
They too will disappear
Washed clean by the next rain