Across the chasm, we build our way,
Over waters deep, where shadows play.
With every step, the past we bind,
In arches grand, our hopes we find.

Silent sentinels of stone and steel,
They bear the weight of what we feel.
Through nights of doubt and days of gleam,
They stand as whispers of our dream.

From distant shores to lands unknown,
They weave connections, seeds are sown.
Each bridge a journey, each path a quest,
In their embrace, our spirits rest.

And when the storms of life assail,
They stand unwavering, without fail.
For in their strength, we find our own,
In bridges built, our courage shown.