The bridge is long and narrow,
in some places it is wide.
My life it represents,
As across its length I stride.

A wind it howls and pushes,
it strikes me in the face.
As step after step I walk,
this seemingly endless race.

Confident and onward I seem to press,
But the wind gets strong.
Then I find myself pushed to places,
where I shouldnt at all belong.

At times I regain my footing,
at times the winds die off.
Hah! il beat it for sure I say
I turn my head and scoff.

Yet there again it comes to me,
Stronger than before.
My balance wavers and I stumble.
blame the wind again I'l grumble.

And something lurks within me,
telling me to stop.
to simply give in to the wind,
its rampant in my thoughts.

But alas I turn my face into the wind,
I force myself to try.
Against this force i must prevail,
though it stings my eyes.

I hold with me a promise,
I try hard not to frown.
Because at the very end of this long bridge
there awaits for me a crown.