Beneath the arc of steel and stone,
Where rivers run and winds have blown,
A bridge stands tall, a testament bold,
To stories of journeys yet untold.

Footsteps echo upon its span,
From hearts that seek, from souls that plan,
Crossing divides both wide and deep,
Promises of dreams we keep.

In twilight’s glow, it gleams so bright,
A beacon in the falling night,
Linking shores, and hearts, and minds,
Erasing borders of all kinds.

Oh, bridge of hope, of strength and grace,
You hold the world in your embrace,
Guiding paths through dusk and dawn,
Until all separations are gone.